No, I haven’t developed a case of amnesia, and I’m not going through a midlife crisis. Well… I’ve been going through a midlife crisis since I turned thirty, and continue to remain smack dab in the middle of it. But it’s not like it’s a new thing. After a few years you kind of get used to it.
Wow. Smack dab???
Where did that come from?! To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never used that phrase in my life. Maybe I wanted to though, because it was right there when I wrote the sentence…
Just for the heck of it I checked out ‘smack dab’ on YouTube…and found this. Has anyone ever heard of the group OR the song? Cause I sure haven’t. If I ever write something set in the 50’s, I might use it though.
I’ve been trying to catch up on some of my favorite blogs since my computer is back and Trojan free. And I happened to stop by Angela Scott’s Whimsy & Writing site. There I enjoyed her post, 10 Tips to Finding the Writing Success YOU’RE Looking For.
I’m 99% on board with each and every tip she offers, except I realized a few hours after reading it that I’m not a writer first and foremost. Writing might come in a close second…and I mean a really close second, but I’m a mom above all else.
There’s nothing in the world I’ve ever done that has given me more joy than raising my kids. There’s nothing in the world that’s ever given me more stress, frustration, tears and headaches either. But the good far outweighs the bad.
From the moment my oldest child was born I knew I’d found my true ‘calling.’ Now that they’re older and don’t require constant attention, and in fact don’t want me looking over their shoulders constantly, I can indulge more in the second love of my life. And we all know that’s writing. (Which could be moved to third place if Damon Salvatore ever appears after I blow out my birthday candles.)
But until then, I’m a mom who writes. Sure, I’ll still say I’m a writer. Much like others say they’re doctors, truck drivers and librarians. But the mom thing? It’s always going to come first. Because there’s just nothing better in this life than having the privilege of raising children. At least not as far as I’m concerned.
This group sure got it right. Thank God for kids!
I know that everyone is different. Not everyone is a parent. What are you? If you had to choose the title that defines you best, what would it be.