I thought I was finished with my first novel.
Excited about the upcoming holidays I was planning for a month, the menu for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was hoping this time the holidays would go like planned.
I had a list mapping out my black Friday game plan.
I was taking a sabbatical from teaching drivers education and loving every minute of it.
I hadn't been to the doctor in over 3 years. I had odd aches but passed them off as inconvenient and old age.
I had gained a gang of weight and could care less. Looked at it as my time of expansion...knowing that it would cycle off eventually.
I was content. Dreaming about the day when I could see my book on Amazon.
I have started rewriting my first novel with a different point of view. It has changed everything the voice finally sounds like my own but the plot doesn't fit for some reason. It has gone back to being a stressful work in progress.
I'm excited about the holidays but nervous. I don't want everyone feeling awkward because I can't dig in with them. But I also want to have a variety of food that I can digest and not get sick from.
After spending an unexpected two grande in medical bills there will be no planning any kind of shopping sprees. Instead I am trying to get my body strong enough to get back to working two jobs.
I knocked off a few things on that list of things I always wanted to do or try. (tried kale...yuck, go on an impromptu vacation, got a tat...that will be a later post.)
I have lost some unexpected weight. So my clothe fit differently...too baggy can be just as uncomfortable as too tight.
I am worried. I have planned my own funeral/death plan. Morbid, but it is better to have a plan regardless so your family won't have the added stress. It isn't that I think I will die tomorrow...but we are all a little closer everyday. Better to be prepared.
I hope to be stronger, healthier, and finished with this damn book.
How about you?
Where have you been and where do you hope to be?