Right now, I am struggling to stay focused on my writing goals. It’s that time of year again, when I pack up a few of my favorite things in preparation to head north in support of The Consultant and his work. This is the fourth summer of our temporary lifestyle and, it is starting to feel like my new normal – at last.
The transition to this new way of life has not been easy. When we started this path in 2011, it seemed everything was a struggle. Looking back now, I can see why. Virtually everything in my life changed within four months.
I left my secure full-time job to explore my writing dream. Seasonally, I relocate from the city I call home to small communities north where I know no one and my husband works 10-hour days. My support system of family and long-time friends are miles away.
Between the two of us, we lost three parents and our dog in the first half of 2011.
I, also, began to work through the empty nest stage of parenting which was much more emotional than I anticipated. Down to a family of two, The Consultant and I have embarked on a new stage of life that I see as the tail end of middle age.
These changes have all been part of the story I’m living.
This has been a time of personal evolution. Struggling through the adjustment to all that is new has given me a new perspective that I wouldn’t change for the world.
I am now among the oldest generation in my immediate family, which feels like it comes with a higher level of responsibility. My leading role steps up a notch as I endeavor to pass on family legacy. I support our adult children and perhaps, some day, grandchildren. The Consultant and I are the greatest source of love for each other and the upcoming generation. We are the elders now.
Lately, I see life falling into place. I’ve grown to love my writing time. The kids are self-sufficient. The Consultant and I are checking items off our individual and joint wish lists. I get butterflies in my stomach when I realize, I’m working on my dream.
I have decided to stop doing battle with change and embrace the rhythm of my new life. My biggest struggle now is with the adjustment period each spring and fall – spring into a new community and fall back to the familiar. Each transition affects my writing. Looking at the big picture today, if my greatest struggle is to stay focused on my writing while I relocate, I am very fortunate.
What’s your struggle?
Is it really your struggle? Could you call it adventure?
How does your struggle contribute to your life story?