Living in northern Texas for a few years has given me a craving for a family photo surrounded by beutiful Texas bluebonnets. I don’t know how many of you have seen them, but they only bloom for a little bit, which limits the amount of time that I can set all this up. (I think they bloom for a few weeks at most.)
So for three years I have been thinking about this and three years I have been
plotting planning this family photo. I have the idea in my head and now the fun part is trying to find a field that isn’t on the side of the interstate to get this picture.
I think I have the plan for that now. Tomorrow, I’m going to drag my family out of bed early (to hopefully get the best light) and see if I can get us all together in a field of bluebonnets that aren’t inhabited by the local wildlife, and have a friend take our picture there.
Knowing my family, I’m sure that we will run into an obstacle or two *wink*, but I’m thinking if nothing else, it will be a great memory.
What about you? When was the last time that you took a family picture? Was it anything like this?
When I sit down and talk with friends and family about what our favorite books are, I am always amazed by the fact that the list is a growing and ever changing one. It’s not a stale list that has the same favorites that it always had, it is something that is living and changes as often as the world revolves around the sun. And I like that. Who wants to talk about the same books, every day, for the rest of our lives? Isn’t it amazing that things like this are living and they are always changing?
I was giving some thought to what is constant in my life and life in general. At this point (and isn’t that funny when I say at this point because that in itself goes to show that this wasn’t always the ‘contstant list’), I’m a mother, a wife, a writer, a Civilian government employee, a daughter, a sister, and a pet owner. There are a ton more, but I won’t drag that on. The point that I was trying to make that even this list of constants, changes. I wasn’t always a mother, for example. But the second that I became one, you can be that the order of priorities in life changed, and even the job of being a mother is an ever changing one because your kids don’t stay the same age forever. (Ohhh, if you could pick an age, what would it be?)
Applying this school of thought to my writing, the lesson that I get out of it is that my writing changes every day. And thank the Lord for that. If my writing was the same as when I first started (back in high school), things would be pretty bleak for me. I can start everyday fresh and even if the previous day all I wrote was caca, I can begin again and work through that to something even better. Or who knows? Maybe what I wrote before isn’t that bad, and just my inner critic was yelling at me because they are jealous?
Have you been getting bogged down by your inner critic lately?