01/21/2026: Something Worth Writing About

I’m glad to be at my favorite coffee shop again this morning, but I’m feeling tired and my mind feels empty as I try to find something worth writing about. I suppose I feel content, but I’m also battling a bit of brain fog. 

When I think about why I’m tired though, it makes me smile. I’ve been spending more nights writing and editing lately, and at the expense of some half nights of sleep, I’ve channeled a motivation that I thought was a thing of the past not too long ago. After reevaluating how I go about my day-to-day, I’ve discovered a formula that not only works, but also fulfills me even more. 

I’ve been hard at work on my second novel draft, and I look forward to updating it with my edits. There’s more red ink on the page than black ink at this point, but I choose to see that as growth as I enjoy the creative process. I’m glad to be in a position to do what I love and to challenge myself to improve, and I hope that spark remains as I go through a huge life transition soon. 

Things are finally becoming real, and plans for returning home are being made. No matter what, there’s no turning back now, and as terrifying as it is, I know that I’m looking forward to a little more simplicity in my life, a change of pace from what I’m used to. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t miss my current home in the city.

I went to a writing event last night, and it really hit me that my days are numbered there. Soon I’ll leave that place, and all the people I’ve grown to know and love there, behind. And now I’m starting to get sad at the thought. Without that place, I’m not sure how much I would’ve accomplished over the last two years. I owe a lot—maybe everything—to that creative space and the people in it, and I’ll never forget my time there. 

As this amazing life chapter comes to a close, I’ll look forward to the next, and hope that someday soon I’ll be doing the thing I love most every day and not just in the evening hours after whatever day job I get. I’ve been worried about a lot of things, like where we’ll live and what will pay the bills, but I also know that where I’m going I won’t be homeless or unfed as I figure these things out. 

I think after all the years of working hard to take care of myself that it sounds nice to be able to lean on loved ones, if only for a little while. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying to achieve my goals, to work toward something of my very own for the first time in my life. I fully intend to do everything I originally set out to do, even if the journey to get there looks different than I pictured it to be. 

Life just has a way offering a road that you never expect, and in a day and age that wants things to be easy, I’ll eagerly set forth on this difficult path, with its unexpected twists and turns, to get to where I know I’m meant to be.