A Writer’s Road Trip
Life can be beautifully crazy sometimes. I am learning to go slower and look for the little, simple things that make life full. The abundant kind.
But before I can slow down, sometimes it feels like I have to say, “But first..”
There will always be a reason to cling to the fence, to stay in the boat, to pretend I am okay with not pursuing all things deeply embedded in my heart (moms are good at pretending they are okay so they can be strong for others…).
But today was a miracle because I had been praying for guidance whether to go on a road trip to meet some other writers. I wanted to always. That has never been a question.
As an adult, money, babysitters, and time off play parts to factor in. I thought yesterday was the deadline and had a sort of lump in my stomach. A sad fellow, sulking and sucking down his last drop of wine sat there making a knot in my gut.
Why I said fellow when I am lady, is no matter. Keep focused dear reader.
But when I saw I had a day left, I became exhilarated and dialed up hubby. We bantered back and forth and finally I just did it. I bought the ticket.
What is in my future I do not know except it is bound to be blessed because I will cross paths on a face to face level with some wonderful ladies. God knows I need human contact and God knows I need people who get me.
One day maybe I will write a book about how alone this journey has felt, but that’s for another day – another dollar. This trip has a smile painted all over it.
Road trips can lead to all kinds of destinations. Sometimes you don’t always see the whole picture but just enough to take a step. I’ve been writing about how planning is a new thing for me, and has been a huge blessing.
But what about when you can’t plan too much, you just have to go? What about when you just have to show up and be yourself and let God move? It’s a real thing and He specializes in that stuff.
Writer’s retreat, here I come. My God called shotgun.
This was a Five Minute Friday free-write hosted by Kate Motaung. This week’s word was FUTURE. I joined this group of talented and awesome folks last year and have grown in many ways, mainly by seeing them show up again and again – honing their skill and being real. #Fmf is likened unto an ember underneath campfire wood. It glows and won’t let the fire go out. You keep writing because you can’t not. And what may come the next time you don’t know, and that’s half the fun of it. Check out the details here and consider being a part.