This week’s gratefulness is all about finding my place.
The last two years have been a bunch about physical recovery.
Though I’ve done well, it is hard to find where you fit in the world when it seems your life is measured by physical limitations, and milestones of recovery.
It’s possible, certainly – and this is not to say that I haven’t had a rather astonishing couple of years, as far as my new life as a former school librarian goes. And now, in this new life, I feel I’m finding my zone.
First, we’re about to release my dad’s last book.
I’ll be revealing the cover soon here on the blog, and inviting you to sign up for our mailing list so you’ll get all the news about everything going on with Homeostasis Press. Heartwood is the first book I’ll publish all on my own as Proprietor of the press, with no instructions left by Dad, no patriarchal wishes to fulfill. Now, it’s my vision. I must create my zone for this book, and I finally believe that with the help of my designer brothers, it’s truly happening.
I wrote “the end” on my historical novel a few weeks ago. It’s with real pleasure that I’m deep into edits and ready to tie up the last loose ends before final work on it begins. This story about this woman feels finally right, and I want to share it!
And as far as the two years of physical challenges go, these paths in our woods,
this woman at the helm,
and even those these bird feeders,
which I’m once again filling and hanging on my own, show me that I’m back, and finding my zone.
Have you been looking for your zone?