a bit of a ramble…

I’ve been writing since I was very very young. I have always loved the written word. I express myself much more clearly on paper (or on screen) than I do verbally.
This is not to say that I can’t talk a hen off the nest. Hubby will tell you that I am verbally exhausting… but I tend to get to the point more quickly, as well as more clearly, when I write it down.
As I told you in my last post, I have decided to make some changes for me.
The last month and a half have been horrible for me. I have felt horrible about myself, have been exhausted of arguing with my ex-husband and all the pettiness happening there… I have focussed so hard on making sure everyone else was satisfied and happy that I forgot to look in the mirror and see what a mess I was making of myself.

Suddenly, I found myself crying at the most ridiculous things. I was exasperated over menial issues with work, home, money, LIFE. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t multi-task. I was tired all the time .

I wasn’t me anymore.

Hubby staged an intervention.

“What is something you would like to do, if you had an extra hour or two at night?” was the question that he posed to me.
“You find me an extra hour and I’ll find something to fill it with” was the answer.
“What makes you happy?”
“Writing. Photography. The kids. You. (in no particular order of course) ”

End of conversation.

I work in a job that not everyone could do. I answer phone calls, investigate problems, try and assist people with finding solutions to their individual needs, all the while helping keep everyone happy.
Much like my other job… being a mother, step-mother, and wife.
This job, while it can be very fulfilling, is emotionally exhausting.

When was the last time you called a company to tell them they were doing a great job???

Exactly.

One day, somewhere between an angry customer and a complaint about wait times, my Blackberry started flashing.
I had a photo text.
Hubby was sending me pictures of the toy room in our house. Only it wasn’t the toy room anymore. Now it was the beginnings of the plan I’ve had since we moved there. There was a desk against the wall, the Bose for my classical music. The floor lamp with the pretty shade.

An office.

My office.

A space to write. A space to collect the thoughts that have been accumulating in my mind and put them down; release them from the prison that has been my brain.

So…here’s what’s going “down”.
I’m going back to school.

Sort of.

Part time.

I’m absolutely enamoured with the classes that I’m taking. Writing Grammatically, Writing Business Plans, Desktop Publishing for writers….

I have wanted to do this for a long long time.

Stay tuned. I’ve only just begun to make some pretty significant changes to get out of the dark place I’ve been stuck in.

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6 thoughts on “a bit of a ramble…

  1. This is fan-tab-u-lous-ly fantastic! Good for you. Knock ’em dead. Oh, my gosh! You are going to be so busy. I hope it is the kind of busy that just revs the engine and makes you feel you can do more.

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