I have five whole days off. Monday through Friday and I’m so excited. If you follow me on social media, you likely know I’ve had a few changes these last two weeks. I posted a short video on TikTok about quitting my job as a school psychologist.
And since then I have been busy working my flight attendant job, working back to back to back trips to Maui and twice to Lihue. It’s been nice to jump back into flying, especially since I was lucky enough to have such great trips! Rod even came with me on the last one since we’ll be celebrating our 26th anniversary tomorrow. Here are a few videos and pictures.
So yes, a lot has been going on, and it’s all good stuff, but I’m staring down these next five days and feeling enormously grateful to have some time off–but it won’t be from writing. The funny thing about deciding to be a writer is that you never, not really, have time off from it. Because even if you’re not actively typing away, you always seem to be thinking about writing. Every day is the question: Will I write today?
I never have a day where I’m not either thinking about my current project, next projects, or the logistics of getting my writing done that day. I once read that someone somewhere said that being a writer was like having homework every day for the rest of your life–it’s the most true statement I’ve heard about this life.
Not to say it’s a bad thing, necessarily. Only that it never seems to matter if you’re on vacation, or watching television, or reading someone else’s book…the thoughts, obsessions really, about writing are obtrusive and always there. It’s the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing at night. Every day. I have no idea if that’s normal, but it is true.
Anyway, I’ll be at home catching up with friends and enjoying my anniversary for the next five days.
And writing, always the writing.
