It's probably the arctic freeze that many of us in North America are currently under, or maybe it's my, em, age, but whatever the reason, I've been thinking back and appreciating how each step of life got me to today. My journey as a writer started when I learned to read. I was five and the excitement that made my belly flip when I realized I was reading whole sentences is the same enthusiasm I have when I read a new author I enjoy. Or when I figure out a tough plot point for my Work-In-Progress, affectionately called the WIP. My desire to serve my country grew into a passion to attend the Naval Academy, which led to nine years of service after graduation. And I met my husband at school, which has led to, um, almost 3 decades of marriage (they let us into the Academy at a much younger age back then).
My husband decided to stay in the Navy and we moved, frequently. I fretted over how in the world I was going to keep a writing career going and growing while doing this, but here I am today, going over my fifth (published) novel for one last time before it goes to print, working on the sixth, and wondering what story I'll write for a June online read.
None of it happened overnight, nor will any future success, measured in loving family ties, fun, or career highs and lows. It's a one-moment-at-a-time deal. One word at a time. One breath at a time.
Yesterday I shared on my Facebook page to friends and family one of the moments that has stayed with me and that I cherish--dear husband coming back safely and wholly from a long deployment at the end of 2001. As you can see my kids were little ones back then, but their joy and and love at seeing Dad again remains very adult and palpable.
Take time to enjoy your own moment today.