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Or, in my case, life imitates art. If you’re a writer (or really anything you love doing), you’ve probably gotten tons of advice. You’ve maybe even had people insist that their way is the ONLY way to finish a novel. You might’ve even run into a few people who don’t believe you’re a real writer because you don’t do it exactly like the professionals say to do it (or write the genre they prefer, which is a whole ‘nother post!). I’ve met at least a dozen of each. Well, guess what? I’ve finished writing a few books all on my own, thank you very much.

So, what’s my point of this post, you ask? Find your own groove! I’ve recently started working out (yes, again), and it dawned on me. I need to make my workout schedule, and what I do during that time, fit into my life much like I did my writing. If you google workouts, you’ll find tons of advice on when to optimize your exercise. Well, guess what? If you try to force it when they say and how they say and it doesn’t fit, you’ll end up hating it and quitting. Or feeling like that guy in the picture. Which is pretty much where I had ended up with my writing career right before I got the email from Gemma. Yeah, she pulled me out of a tailspin. I was trying to cram everyone’s advice into a nice tidy schedule. That just didn’t work for my life. And I was ready to throw in the towel. It makes me sad to look back on this and think of the amazing opportunities I almost tossed away. So, if you’re reading this, take my advice. Don’t listen to other people’s advice if it doesn’t fit your life! Yeah, I know that’s kind of a conundrum there.

FIND YOUR OWN GROOVE IN LIFE! Whatever you are doing in your life, if you love it, make it fit. Find a way that works for you and embrace it the best way you know how.

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ImageAs most of you know, Super Hubby and I moved to a beautiful home in the country this past December. I’m a born and raised small-town girl, and Super Hubby has been mostly a suburban kind of guy all of his life. There has been a bit of a learning curve for both of us. Granted, his was a bit less curvy than mine. He fell into step with nature. I sort of free-style danced with it for a few months. Here are a few things I’ve learned…not to do.

1. NEVER pet an armadillo. I know. This should have been one of those times where common sense set off all kinds of screeching alarms. Anyway, they don’t like to be touched even when they’re hurt.

2. NEVER walk down a dark hallway bare-footed. Having cats and moving into a house that’d set empty for a year or so equals dead things sprawled in the dark. Those things squishing between your toes will rip a girly scream from the depths of even the strongest man. Or me. And then there’s the flailing ninja dance that follows. Which leads me to the next point.

3. NEVER walk outside without some kind of flashlight or your phone for lighting. Cobwebs. They are EVERYWHERE. This also leads to the flailing ninja dance, especially when there’s something moving in them. *shudder*

4. NEVER blindly reach under anything in the house. What you grab ahold of probably isn’t what you were looking for…or anything you even wanted to touch! And when it moves? Blah. Again, girly screams and flailing. I’m shuddering and twitching just from the thought.

5. NEVER assume wild animals are afraid of you. Squirrels are haughty little bitches, and they will move heaven and earth to get the walnut at your feet. Opossums are much the same. They like fuzzy porch rugs and will stand their ground when you shoo them. And hiss. And lunge at you. A broom handle works nicely to prompt an exit, though they aren’t in any hurry to vacate the comfy, fluffy rug.

6. NEVER leave dog food in your garage without putting it in a freaking steal safe. It’s a veritable smorgasbord for little critters. And they like to store it in your warm car engine. Hand to God. We had to take my car into the shop because it started sputtering and stalling. They removed the equivalent of two bowls full of dog food from in front of the engine’s oxygen sensor. Runs like a charm now. *head/desk*

Those are but a few highlights of my adjustment from head-banging with nature to a smooth, melodic tango. This is still a work in progress, but I can honestly say it’s worth every last second. The peace and quiet, the beautiful acreage, the gorgeous home, they more than make up for the other things. Please don’t think I’m complaining. I just wanted to share my little nuggets of knowledge in hopes of saving someone from the dreaded ninja-flail. (And make y’all giggle. That’s what I live for.) Please feel free to share any bits of country know-how in the comments. I’d love to see what I’m up against going into my first autumn in the woods.

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