Big deep breath and I am back! I feel that I have so much to say and write, ideas buzzing in my head after my break. But I am sticking with gratitude for today. And I am just going to get this on the screen and out there.
The summer holidays were full of lots of fun and adventures, in general rather wonderful and I almost* didn’t want it to end. But two things in particular in August stand out for making me feel incredibly grateful. Interestingly, both of them boil down to the same thing – support.
One weekend I met up with some of the wonderful WhatImWriting girls, Maddy, Renee and Nicola on a jaunt to York. That on its own was definitely something to be grateful for. They are lovely ladies and we enjoyed a delicious lunch, drinks, and chatting about writing and life.
But in reality, it meant so much more than that to me. I was grateful for the time off from family life that was afforded to me by my wonderful husband taking our girls to visit his parents. Those days off are still few and far between being a stay at home mum at the moment. I love being a mum, but every now and then ‘time off’ is a wonderful tonic for the soul.
And then the WhatImWriting community is something else too. While on holiday I read an amazing book called ‘Writing as a Way of Healing’ by Louise DeSalvo. She talks about the importance of having a group for ‘writerly support’ around you. I feel so lucky to have stumbled upon this little corner of the internet that is just that. Where my ambitions of being a writer don’t seem so ridiculous.
Thank you to the Maddy and the WhatImWriting gang for being amazing.
The other thing I am grateful for is what happened next. The day following the WhatImWriting meet-up, I managed to come down with an awful bug, quite possibly a dose of the flu. I was in bed for three days with a fever, aching everywhere, the works. And then had another three days when even the sofa seemed like hard work at times.
But through all this, what I was grateful for was the help and support that my parents gave me looking after the children so that my husband could still go to work. Without them it would have been impossible for him to go. And I was certainly in no fit state to be in charge of three children. So the girls got to enjoy some extra days out and my parents got to feel the burn!
Thank you to my mum and my dad for stepping into the breach.
(In my last gratitude journal I talked about a goal for August of sorting out our family photos. Well, maybe you can guess, but it just didn’t happen. There’s always September… )
So there it is. And now I am just grateful to be writing again.
*almost as in ‘when I temporarily forget myself’