I write romance.
Big revelation, right?
Why do I do so?
Because I can, was the last answer I gave at one of my last blogstops (www.patyjager.blogspot.com), but I’ve been thinking about it a little more since then. (Okay, so the idea for this essay started with the opener sentence to this post sometime early on the morning of 4/9 this year and wouldn’t leave me alone until I started hashing it out.)
I’m married, too, celebrating my fifteenth anniversary on 4/29, the day this posted. I remember spending years praying for “the one” so that I could walk down the aisle and then have kids. Three grown stepsons and two rapidly growing boys later, my prayers have been answered. I have a husband who truly loves me. (Yes, it’s mutual and despite the differences, sometimes I look at those very luminescent green eyes of his—green is my favorite color for anything—and am sometimes still surprised at how handsome he is. Plus, he loves being my hero—yes, there’s a post for that at my blog.) The boys? Each presents some kind of challenge, at present mostly from the full-timers, a ‘tween’ and a ‘teen.’ I have also been blessed to share a good relationship with my ‘part-timers,’ who at 25, 21 and 19 are now ‘all grown up.’
Is my life what I thought it would be? Hard to say, except I realize now that I had NO idea what I expected. Definitely not the sweep-me-away Woodiwiss romances which were my favorites in my teens and early twenties.
Do I love my life?
And other days, I’d give it all up just for peace, quiet, no one calling my name or expecting anything of me. Give me my laptop, a pretty space to work and a flowing story idea: happiness is mine.
So, despite writing romance and these awesome men who really look out for their ladies and kids you forget are there, I’m living reality. Obviously, the days I love my life are easy. The in-between days are there, and being fortunate enough to not sweat too much of the small stuff or the things I can’t control or change, I can handle them.
Then there are those ‘other’ days. What gets me through?
The “C” word.
Easy enough to say.
A whole other thing to live. And that I’ll discuss tomorrow. Y’all come back now, y’hear?
In the meantime, feel free to start a discussion and share your feelings on this topic. Tell me what the “C-word” is to you and how you show it in different aspects of your life: family, job, self, etc.
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