"Seeing" things a little differently
I began writing my memoirs about three years ago, I was on vacation with a good friend of mine in the smoky mountains of Tn. It was a fantastic week of rest and beauty. The autumn leaves and light snowfall just inspired me to begin writing, so as soon as I returned home I started on what I now know was a journey.
It has been very therapeutic to write my memoirs, putting all of my feelings down on paper. Going through all of my past memories as a child and growing up. It felt as if I were re-living my life in a sense. The pain of my divorce was still buried deep within me but I gained a new perspective writing about it. Now I understand that the divorce was inevitable and I am in a much better place now. I deserve more out of life and should never settle for less.
Remembering everything and dissecting the emotions were bittersweet, I wish there were things I could do over but that’s not the way life works is it?
Writing this book has taken much longer than I would have ever dreamed. It’s a good thing I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be because I may not have ever attempted it. Working a full-time job, building my home, a part-time insurance job on the side and attempting to have some sort of social life didn’t leave much room for writing.
I wrote in spurts when the mood struck me. Sometimes I would write daily for three or four weeks then I would set it down and not pick it back up for a month or two. The problem I was having is how would I end it? My life was still happening!
Fate has a way of working everything out and the ending to my memoirs fell right into my lap. As I was nearing the end of my story (getting close to the present year) things just fell into place that I knew would make the perfect ending. Not that my life is ending by no means, it is really just beginning!
I guess now I will have to write the sequel… No wait! I still have a lot of living to do!