I could let the next few days slide quietly into the New Year with words inside me bottled up and broken, unwritten to all and unspoken. I could, but I won’t.
I wasted this year on worry and fear instead of spending it on words. I am not proud of this, but I will not claim that 2013 was non-productive because of multiple events that occurred outside of my control. There were many of those, but the truth is that I did not control the things I could have, and that’s on me.
I am going to own my four-letter-word stuff.
I will report that I wrapped up a fun, three-year run as Assistant Editor for Book End Babes this month. The website will retire in a few days, but the Facebook and Twitter pages will continue to offer good read recommendations.
My writing plans for January will remain mum for now. I’ve decided to only share news on finished work this coming year. I’m going to write for my eyes only and behind a closed door. I will share my sanctuary with a space heater during the cold months, though.
His name is Holmes.
Holmes. Spreader of heat. Hoarder of secrets.
I’m sad to say that I lost three Betta fish this year. THREE! A small, silly sadness to some, but Klaus lived more than two years. He was my constant. I upgraded his tank, and then he tanked. No name #2 lived less than a week, and Vladamir died earlier today. I don’t want to be responsible for yet another aquatic death, so I will be delivering the cursed Betta bowl to the trash tomorrow.
I hope all of you are happy with your year in review. If not, no worries. Let it go. Move on.
Make 2014 awesome one day and one word at a time.
Posted by Heather Dearly on December 29, 2013
I recently purchased a Day-Timer® FamilyPlus ™ purple planner for 2014. My 2013 planner was pink, but sadly forgotten once we received news of my husband’s job loss in January. I know it’s only November, but I’m prepping for the New Year now. No do-overs for the year allowed, I know, so I’m striving for a DO BETTER instead.
I’m a wife and mother first, a writer second. Planning is not optional.
Raising a family is no easy task, especially when my cognitive function isn’t cooperating with my intentions, but it’s the most important job I have, and as my oldest is a teen and my other two are tweens, I’m running out of time before my work becomes their own.
I’m not trying to imply writing is easy, but mistakes on the page can be corrected with editing. Kids? Not so much.
I chose this particular planner because of the six separate slots for planning the week. I use five for each member of my family (including me), and the sixth for my writing. Time slips away if I don’t force myself to focus, so staying organized is imperative. The results of 2013 are proof of how plans don’t prosper when I fail to keep my lists in sight.
I’ve yet to embrace using electronic reminders as my master list, but I’m learning to lessen my aversion to digital dependence and use Calendar, Reminders, and Notes on my iPhone as backup.
My intent for now is to be mindful: mindful of my family, my goals, my time. Jon Kabat-Zinn defines mindfulness as paying attention on purpose, in the present moment, and non-judgmentally. I must do my part by being aware of what needs to be done. I can’t expect to be an active, contributing participant of life if I ignore or obsess.
How do you organize your life?
Posted by Heather Dearly on November 8, 2013
The memories materialize
in flashes of light,
like flames from a bonfire
Bright sparks blinding,
they ignite longing
and stir up sadness.
Yet there is no recapturing,
only the cold.
before the dark came.
No one comes
Posted by Heather Dearly on October 15, 2013
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Posted by Heather Dearly on October 1, 2013
If you read the previous version of this post, you can read why I have composed this update below. If not, you are welcome to read also. All are welcome. All are welcome.
Forget Me Not(s) by wwarby
I shared openly on the original incantation of this post about my short term memory loss, the difficulty of managing my daily life as a result, and I also issued a blanket apology to anyone I have slighted because of my condition. I lamented over my upcoming mammogram and dental appointments. I also announced I’d be taking a social media sabbatical until October 1st, because I felt too much online activity was having a negative impact on my cognitive function.
It wasn’t a happy post.
Friends messaged me in private with their support, but public response was mostly silent, which isn’t a shocker considering the lack of peachy positive vibes flowing from my end. I expected to lose a few Twitter followers with lack of updates, but I didn’t expect to lose an important-to-me follower almost immediately after the post went live. That particular loss was a like a punch in the gut.
That’s just the way it goes, eh?
Hence the update.
For what it’s worth, I’m being pro-active about my health by supplementing with DHA. I’m exercising, counting calories, and cutting out the crap foods that cause foggy brain.
I AM TRYING TO MANAGE MY STRESS.
I meet with my physician at the end of the month to assess my options. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Tomorrow is the first day of my favorite month, October.
A new leaf to turn. Hopefully it will be a lovely shade of gold.
Posted by Heather Dearly on September 16, 2013
My previous blog post was penned and posted the morning of the May 20th storm that devastated Moore, Oklahoma.
I stood in circulating rain that afternoon as sirens blared in my city, moments before the funnel formed in Newcastle and gained size and steam through Moore. I was beyond scared, but managed to gather all of my children into one school building before lock-down occurred. The following Friday (the 24th) found my family (to include the dog and cat) driving south to avoid the largest tornado in recorded history.
We have a storm cellar now.
Today is July 1st, and I’m focusing on releasing our rental home to property management at the end of the month. I’m also participating in a writing camp this month, as my June writing schedule was readjusted thanks to Mother Nature.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that life sends obstacles in relentless fashion when I’m close to reaching my goals, whatever those goals may be. True to form, last night was spent in an emergency room with my better half, but today I write.
“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
Posted by Heather Dearly on July 1, 2013
Destination is the end result of a goal, and while I’m focused and consumed with my current goal—transferring our belongings from one house while keeping the other from becoming a museum for cardboard boxes—I’ve been mulling over what moving means to me.
Much like dishes and laundry, some tasks are never done. They cycle. And when I hand over the keys to the property manager in July, I won’t be retiring my tired behind to a recliner.
I must keep moving.
Did I mention I hate moving? I’ve moved a total of 27 times in my life. And while my hopes are that my husband and I will be able to see our children off to college while living in this home, I realize circumstances can change.
Did I mention I’m resistant to change? It’s taken the recent of events of my life and this most recent move to make me see the best I can hope for is forward movement; goals achieved to create a life well-lived.
I must keep moving, keep living, and keep writing.
“The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction, not a destination.”
Posted by Heather Dearly on May 20, 2013