It’s one of my favorite songs. I’ve got it on one of my favorite compilation cds, and I made that cd long before the current Honda commercial. Anyway, I’ve been listening to it a lot lately, both via the cd and the commercial. And it hurts my heart sometimes.
Because somehow my dreams seem to be burbling on the back burner, and I can’t manage to get them to the front where I can really tend to them. I am supposed to be a writer, but the only writing I’ve actually been doing lately is on this blog (which is fun, of course, don’t get me wrong), and on papers I grade for my teaching job. So when I got the letter in the mail today from the Chicken Soup people, confirming their acceptance of something I wrote and submitted over two years ago, all I could do was cry. Writing is not supposed to be a little perk in my day every now and then. It’s supposed to be my main thing. Writing has been my one and only dream since elementary school, when I’d go through stacks of that brownish paper with the enormous line spacing, writing stories and poems and songs and (clean) limericks. I don’t want to give it up or let it go. But I just don’t know how to get to it.
Of course, I’m raising two lovely daughters with an amazingly strong, gentle husband. I’m also teaching wonderful teenagers how to appreciate the beauty of the written word. And spending my days in other completely worthwhile, lovely ways. I feel sometimes like I’m looking for the gold at the end of the rainbow, but I’m very much enjoying sitting on top of the rainbow in the meantime.
So, here is my “what works for you” question (in case you were wondering when I’d get to it): How do you balance all your daily tasks–the noble (child-rearing, spousing, ministry) as well as the mundane (dishes, dusting, vacuuming and laundry)?
I hope you have some ideas for me. Head over to Rocks in My Dryer to see what ideas Shannon might need.