The boys are hitting each other with foam swords as I’m typing this. I just left my husband a message asking him to pick up chinese takeout cause today I started work at 4:00a.m. and I’m not sure I have the energy to make anything. The sink is full of dishes, the laundry pile is overflowing and the living room floor is...well...I’m sure it’s there somewhere underneath all these toys.
This is my life. Wife. Mom. Writer.
I’m chasing a dream that sometimes seems so far out ahead of me that I’ll never catch up. I keep reminding myself this race is a marathon, not a sprint. That all of the long hours of work, the sacrifice of sleep and the pain of rejection will be worth it. That one day I’m going to change that Writer to Author.
One day.
But I think in the meantime I better get those dishes done.
