I woke up this morning feeling ready to conquer the world, and by world I mean my planned projects which I’ve been happily writing into my daily agenda. I took the weekend to rest and relax, and to do some thinking (especially after I was rejected for a writing position I applied to earlier last week. I received the rejection email Friday.) I soon came to realize I lost track of what I’m aiming for. I lost focus on my purpose and therefore forgot what my prize is. So, last night, I decided, my focus is on three things–my daughter’s education, my blog, and my manuscript.
Well, by the time first class connect dismissed, I was ready for a break because my daughter seemed to have woke up with an attitude. She wanted to be mouthy, she had something to say for everything I said, or something one of her classmates would say in chat, or she wanted to do things her way–meaning wait to do her homework after school instead of during the last 15-20 minutes she had left in class to work in the ‘quiet work room’. I told her she was doing it then because the assignment she wanted to do, an essay for English, she could do on her own. Her homework she was going to want my help with. She didn’t like it, and she exaggerated a sigh the way she always does when she isn’t happy with something I said or tell her to do. As I said, she was already in a mood, so her mouth eventually wore on me. By the time class connect was over, I needed a break from her, so I went down to transfer loads of laundry. That didn’t the way I wanted either.
My schedule is not going as smooth as I wanted it to go today, but I’m accomplishing it all just the same, so far. I still have two short stories I want to reread and make edits where necessary. One is almost finished, the other is only the rough draft. I can do it, but I have to keep focused. School, my blog, and my book. That is what I’m putting all my concentration into from now on.
I’m a mother, a teacher, and a writer-to-become-author.
I just hate when things in life happen in daily life that put a hindrance in one’s well-planned scheduling. A defiant attitude from a daughter whose just entered her teen years, a load of laundry wrapping itself into a tight ball rather than drying in the dryer correctly, or the fact that it’s Monday and Mondays seem to be the ‘long’ day at the office every week. I can see why now, but it doesn’t mean I like it. I accept it because it’s what I do best, but I’m still going to be real about it. I just have to remember what I’m focusing on. Homeschooling my daughter and helping her gain an education, writing my blog to share thoughts, experiences, and lessons, and working on my manuscript, or writing my book–whatever you want to call it. Those are the things that are important to me right now.