I can’t keep my house clean to save my life. I know that sounds funny coming from a perfectionist, but it’s true. I’ve tried to be neat. Believe me, I’ve tried, but every time I clean, it seems like I blink, and the mess returns.
The Texas freeze was two and a half months ago. It seems like a lifetime ago that we went twenty-three days without running water. Shortly after we got everything working again, we slowly eased back into pandemic normalcy (if that exists). My nine-year-old had fun cutting up a dead purple sage bush, and guess what he found on the branch…a chrysalis shell.
Thomas and I were vaccinated for COVID exactly two weeks ago, today. We didn’t know which vaccine we’d receive until we showed up for our appointment and were asked if the J&J one was okay. We were elated because that was our first choice. And the following morning, we woke up to the news it was being temporarily halted due to blood clots.
I’m an August baby, so that makes me a Leo, a fire sign. But I get a double-dose here because it’s also my Chinese element. And much like the real thing, I can make your life easier…or cause some serious pain!
I’ll be honest, I was planning on skipping today’s post. April’s been a challenging month for me, and more and more I’m finding myself needing a break. I didn’t have a topic in mind let alone the ability to sincerely lift up anyone reading this. But that changed when I was talking with a friend last night.
I’m going to get right to the point: I can’t do everything. No matter how much I want or how many times I try, it’s not gonna happen. Period.
I envy the person who can get up at 5AM, stretch, sit down at their computer, and write. That’s not me. Not even close. Anyone who’s seen my Twitter feed knows that. I proudly make known my need for anti-murderer juice (aka, coffee). My brain’s not fully functional until mid-morning at the earliest, which posed a bit of a problem when it came to this blog.
I’m a perfectionist, which can be both a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because I want to get things right and will work at it until I do. It’s a curse because, well, if I don’t “get” it just right, it can be a never-ending source of frustration. Something that’s even more challenging than managing my perfectionism is my ability to be realistic.
Friendship is about give and take. You give some. You receive some. Pretty cut and dry. I’d like to say I’m pretty good at helping a friend in need. But when it comes to accepting assistance, well, that’s a bit more of a challenge.
Someone told me at a writers’ conference a couple years ago that every author needs three things in order to get published: (1) Talent. (2) Persistence. (3) Luck. I’ve never forgotten that, especially now that I’m querying. Talent, I think I have—at least several people have told me I’m a good writer. Persistence, yes. Luck…I have to admit, I haven’t felt too lucky recently.