It’s brain dump time.

It’s that time in the evening where my brain is going a million miles a minute, none of my characters are talking to me, I can’t focus on revisions, and writing a character’s story isn’t going to happen.

So I’m here.

Did I ever think I’d be HERE, though? I’m almost 48 years old, living on disability with two of my three children at home, both of whom are on the spectrum. I fight against pain every single moment just to exist. I take a multitude of medications just to function at an in-home capacity.

But I’m here.

I’m here, and I have published my first novel, and did it my way. Same thing is happening with the second. I could give up, but I haven’t. I even have a puppy, who reminds me I’m too old to have young children, but she’s worth it. I’m single, but I’m also not in a toxic relationship. I’m in an apartment because I can’t do or afford any repairs that a house would need. My car may need work, but it’s paid for. My phone may not be the greatest, but again, it’s paid for.

I love myself.

And as crazy as it may sound, I love my life. I need a reminder every now and then, of course, but don’t we all?

“So take a minute just to breathe and think of everything you’ve wanted, and what you got instead.”