I’m still trying to find my footing in this new place. Having to shut down my photography studio last month, needing to apply for unemployment benefits for the first time ever, adjusting to online / homeschooling with my kids – two of whom would rather do anything else than sit at a computer to do schoolwork with their mom (and trust me, most days the feeling is mutual) – it’s all wrecked havoc with my emotions, my focus, my motivation, especially when it comes to my writing.
Entering into my second year as an indie author, I had had some very concrete plans in place and up until early March, I was working on them almost daily.
And then….well, we’re all familiar with what happens when we’re busy making other plans – a pandemic – no sorry, life happens, or at least some semblance of life as we used to know it. For me, this new life hit like a mini cyclone, wiping out my job, my income, my schedule, my routine, my drive, my direction, and sense of purpose in just a matter of days.
Gone. Finito. Kaput.
One month in and the dust seems to be settling a bit, although I struggle some days with navigating this new normal and other days I still feel plain lost, I have come to appreciate the quiet that has fallen around us.
My calendar is now blank. My schedule is now free of appointments. The pressure to do, to be, to get it all done has lifted and amongst this new quiet, I’ve had time to sit and listen to the silence that it has brought. It has a lot to say, but mostly it’s message is to listen and to wait for what’s next.
So I will.