Short Attention Span

If there’s one thing for certain, I have a short attention span on a lot of things. One reason is, I genuinely don’t have an interest in whatever is taking place and therefore divert my attention to something that I actually care about. And I’m sure that’s the case with a lot of people. If you don’t care about something, then you don’t care.

But the other reason, is I just have too much going through my brain. I need to eat, I want to write, I have to keep my kid alive, my husband wants to talk, and a million other things. I spend a lot of time trying to figure out where I left off with something. It’s life. And life for me right now is hectic. I’m learning to embrace the hectic and prioritize to make sure the important things get done. And I know it sounds like I’m rambling in this post because I am. The point to this whole thing is that I’m figuring out what requires more attention, even when I don’t want to give it!

Just Relax

If there is one thing I haven’t done in awhile is simply relax. And that’s what I’m doing while on vacation! I’m just relaxing and enjoying the moments. Funnily enough, my creative juices are flowing and I just want to get ideas on paper so that I can develop them. I just feel good and so nothing feels forced right now with writing.

Naturally, I will have posts scheduled out for the next few days because I’ll be out and about adventuring! I just feel good! And I feel happy! I feel like tonight I’ll be doing a good amount of writing!

Writing from the Road

At the present moment I’m in a car heading to Southern Alabama with my family! We’re going to spend a little over a week with my mother, which excites me because I haven’t seen her since Christmas. And this is our first family trip so that also adds to the excitement!

To my surprise, and my husband’s, our tiny tot is doing very well being in her car seat for an extended period of time. She won’t take a nap, but she’s also not pitching a fit, so it’s an overall win! She’ll just have her meltdown once we get to my mom’s.

Now, I haven’t exactly decided if I’m going to write vacation based posts or stay on schedule and work on Operation Poetry Translation! I might just do both!

Broken Image

She never felt beautiful

She never liked her reflection

She never felt she had anything to offer

She simply never felt good enough

A broken image of beauty

Drowning in the opinions of others

Shattered by doubt

Struggling to see the beauty that she already is

He never felt handsome

He never liked his reflection

He never felt he had anything to offer

He simply never felt good enough

A broken image of beauty

Drowning in the opinions of others

Shattered by doubt

Struggling to see the beauty that he already is

Fearfully and wonderfully made

Is how we’ve all been created

God made no mistakes when He created us

But the world’s voice has been made louder than God’s

And the heartbreaking results is a broken image of beauty

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Days of Discovery

Right now we live with my in-laws. And they live outside the city limits so naturally they’re in the “country”! And while it’s nice to live in a quiet area, the drive is murder getting to basically anywhere. But still it’s quiet and far removed from the pollution of street lamps and lights from buildings at night, so something like stargazing is possible! My daughter has that chance to see the stars at night and the moon, which she loves more than an outdoor Christmas tree. And she gets to see different kinds of birds, and hear frogs, and watch the airplanes from a nearby municipal airport. She can run down the street and inspect the asphalt as she goes. She can examine the dandelion we pick for her when we take her on stroller rides. She gets to see tractors and stacks of hay and cotton field and cows grazing in pastures. And her little eyes take it all in.

My husband and I want our daughter to feel a part of the world around her. So we take her outside when it snows so she can feel the snow. We do the same thing when it rains or when it’s windy. And we have to make conscious efforts to do this because we naturally find it easier to stay inside even though we have no reason to. Every day is a new adventure for her, which means every day is a new adventure for us. And it’s our responsibility to keep finding things for her to discover and enjoy! She’s a happy baby and we plan to keep it that way!

The Smile of a Child

I was having a bad day a few years ago. I’m talking walking-through-Target-mad bad kind of day. I wasn’t a wife or a mother then, so my temper often went uncheck. But this particular day while storming through Target, I went through the children’s department. This little girl was sitting in a basket and just locked her little brown eyes on me. Next thing I know, she broke out into a smile and I couldn’t help but smile back. My bad mood just went away in that instant because if there is one thing that is hard to fight is smiling back at a child. A child’s smile is one of the most innocent and precious things in this world. It’s genuine and honest and a reminder that there’s more good than bad in the world.

And now I have a little girl of my own. I have witnessed her have the same effect on people whenever I take her somewhere. She has that effect on me and my husband every single day! Her smile makes all the difference in the days we have. I don’t take those innocent and precious moments for granted. They don’t last forever.

Rejection

I recently received my first rejection letter for a short story submission. I’m pretty damn happy about it too! I know you’re probably wondering how I could be happy about a rejection and the explanation is simple: I submitted something to be rejected.

It has taken me two years to build up the courage to submit a short story. I alway come up with an excuse as to why I shouldn’t complete the story so that I have something to submit. Being rejected was the biggest reason I wouldn’t follow through with a submission. But this year, I did. And this year, I got rejected. And after that rejection I’m still alive. My desire to write has not been dampened. I don’t feel like a failure. I don’t feel like I’m never going to be successful. I feel like I’m going to take that rejected short story and post it on Wattpad. And from there, I’m going to write another short story and submit that one as well. And if that one gets rejected, it goes on Wattpad too. These rejected short stories won’t die. I see that now. My ability to create will not fizzle out. That’s what that rejection letter has shown me.

So I’m proud of myself! I’m built of stronger stuff than I realized.