I haven’t written my “we moved to Jacksonville” post because I’m still unpacking from the move to Jacksonville and getting the house in order. YES. A HOUSE. You know, the one with the asshole snake in it. Every room has about fifteen boxes and now that there’s no carpet, tracking dirt and mopping it up seem to be my two main activities.
*shrugs in home-making defeat*
We moved about two weeks ago because it was the best option financially and someone once said that “opportunity is missed by most people because it’s dressed in overalls and looks like work.” I think it was Edison. Anyway, I really like that quote because now every time I hear the word opportunity, I think of someone in overalls with a hammer. I’m not in overalls and I don’t have a hammer, but I’d bet Batman’s baseball collection that that’s what this move is: an opportunity.
Every day for a week and a half, I’ve been able to write. Whenever I want. All day. Early, late–it’s up to me and it’s been MARVELOUS. If I wasn’t before, I’m now convinced that this is what I want to do with my life. Wake up, power up the Krueig and sit down at my laptop. And just let go. Write, write, write until my stomach begs for food. Write, write, write until my body implores to be washed. Write, write, write until Batman comes home and wants to talk about his day and what happened in the world and after a quick meal it’s back to the laptop to write, write, write some more because I can’t help it. And I don’t want to. This is what I’m supposed to be doing. This is my thing.
Everyone has one. Some people teach, some people heal, some people are really good at fixing things and playing music and doing math. Some people make great coffee and paint awesome pictures and speak sixteen langues and fly airplanes. I’m good at this. I know it. I feel it in my bones and I’m happy. I’m so happy even though this is temporary and I’ll have to find work again to keep supporting the Wayne manor. But I’m happy because right now I’m living my dream. I wake up and I write. And I write and I write and I write. And I know that somewhere past all my self doubt (that bitch) and worrying about what if I never make it, it’ll be worth it because I’m doing the thing that’s my thing. And that’s what’s important.
Anyway, I just wanted to say all that.
Oh, and what a beautiful day today is.