Thursday, November 25, 2010
Couldn't Stay Away!
I tried to stay away, I really did. I had no intentions of posting anything today. No way! It's a holiday and I just wasn't gonna do it. But let me tell you, this post is right up there with everything else I wasn't gonna do today. Um-Hum, I'm totally disappointed in me right now. I had the pep talk. You know the one. I'm not eating more than I should. One piece of pumpkin pie ( oh...my...gosh it was sooo good) and since I made two of them from scratch, I had to have one piece from each pie just to be sure they were equal in all their goodness and could be served to the guests). Then who has pumpkin pie without homemade whipped cream? Someone smarter than me with a smaller waistline that's who. But oh...my...gosh the whipped cream was so perfect, I was actually eyeballing my hazelnut flavored coffee for the possibility of just a dollop or two. I'm telling you people, there is just no end to my weaknesses, so now I'm completely consumed with guilt and about to panic. If I don't pull it together and get on the treadmill in the next hour or so, it will be too late. Those pies will have their way with me and I'll be changing the profile pic for sure. But that's not all that's been going on today. Oh no. You see, I felt a little down after dinner. There I was in the midst of self loathing, stuffed, sleepy, and guilty when suddenly I started questioning all my choices. Yep, right down to my WIP, which I might add, I have not had a moment to even open the file containing WIP for nearly a week. I've also had very little time to read blogs, or read at all. I was too busy baking those damned pumpkin pies among other things. So I started to wonder if I should even be writing anything at all. I mean, it takes a really strong person to be a writer. And I couldn't even hold true to the level of self discipline I had promised myself I would have today. So I came home from my mother's, put away the whipped cream, and opened my file. By the end of the first chapter, I remembered why I write. And I knew then that I had just been missing it and without it, I'm not me-bloated or not. That's when I knew that writing is a necessity, not a choice. It's a bubble of inspiration that can never be explained to someone who doesn't do it. But until that pen meets the paper, or those fingers meet the keys, it almost hurts when you can't do it. Then again I may have a pie cramp coming on, I don't know. But I do know I'm supposed to be here, just like you're supposed to be here. Right here with all of us-dreaming, laughing, learning, loving, and writing all throughout this journey. And I'm thankful for every single step, every single one of you, and I'm also thankful that my daughter just ate the last piece of pumpkin pie. Happy Thanksgiving! I'm headed for the treadmill;)