93 pages of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……..

I am a single mom. I am the sole provider for my daughter and I which means, as with most people, I have a full time job. I own my home. I have a car. I take care of every aspect of our lives, on my own.  I’m also a full time student.  I have a full course load this semester because I want to get my BA and move directly into the Master’s program so that I can work at a University in the English department, possibly as faculty and continue to write.  Yea, I am writer, working on my third book, second in a series.

My daughter has ADHD and some days, even when she’d take her meds, are just hard.  She’s also eleven and that is when the pre-teen attitude comes into play, so I have my hands full there as well.

Oh yea, did I mention that I have Lupus?  Yep, I do.

I say all of this for one reason and one reason only, to let everyone know that nothing in this world is impossible without the proper motivation!

I am so motivated that I have designated Sunday’s as Mommy day.  I still make Sunday dinner and watch movies with my daughter.  I bring her to ballet twice a week (even though I have been banned from entering the building) and I still hang with my family and watch football and go to my nephew’s birthday parties and sporting events, when I can.

But I also push myself to exhaustion sometimes. Just last night I was in bed, pouring over Algebra that has long since floated out of my memory to make room for more useful things like  who is my favorite member of the Black Dagger Brotherhood  ( Right now… gotta say I love V and Z).Did Mini Me take a bath before bed, or what time I will be able to sit down and purge on my favorite TV shows or who is having the Saints game at their house on Sunday, where did Mini Me leave her ballet slippers or did I remember to defrost something for dinner. Algebra is no longer in my wheel house.  So I struggled trying to remember theorems and formulas only to have an inspired thought, so what was I to do?

What any sensible writer/student would do. I gave up on math and worked on my book.

Somewhere between romance and heartbreak, I must have fallen asleep because when my alarm went off at six fifteen, I found myself with a notebook spiral  imprint on my face, my math book under my leg and 93 pages of i….. on my still running computer.

No this is not the first time it’s happened. And it won’t be the last.

And I love it.

As I pressed a towel to my face and started my coffee maker before waking up princess Cranky pants to start her day, I had a moment to review what I had accomplished the night before. Seven chapters of math, a literature paper, History homework, humanities assignment and 1200 words that were actual words.

My Mini Me was dressed and out of the door on time, fed, groomed and ready to start her day. By the time I exited the house ten minutes later, I had a spring in my step ready to start a new day because even a morning spent deleting 93 pages of i… means that I am on the right track to reach my goal. Even with all of the things that could possibly work against me in my quest for greatness I wake up and see that ….. Nothing is impossible.


One thought on “93 pages of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……..

  1. caseyhagen says:

    Reblogged this on Casey Hagen, Author and commented:
    A firm reminder for all of us that it’s time to stop making excuses and make our dreams happen instead!


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