I signed up for a bookclub with writing prompts recently to get back in the habit of writing for myself. The newest prompt really hits the target:
Prompt: Tell a story about a time when you had to honor your reality.
Sometimes life gets in the way of writing, which pretty much describes the past two years. In January 2016, my husband started acting weird enough that work colleagues noticed. I had seen some subtler issues for a couple of months, but of course, he would not go to the doctor. When the department chair said he needed medical attention, he got medical attention.
We found a grapefruit sized brain tumor.
For the past two years, my posts have been few and irregular. Some have been updates about my spouse, and occasionally I have pulled off a real post. I have been scribbling in a journal on a more regular basis, but that is really digital screaming, not writing I would share without a great deal of editing.
Treatment has not worked well with this cancer, and Jim had to enter a nursing home last September. As I faced the inevitable conclusion to his journey, I realized that I wanted to write for me again.
And here we are.
Sometimes your reality means you miss a scheduled post. Sometimes it means you dwindle for a couple of years. Either way, reality demands it be honored.
Thank you to DIYMFA for providing so many resources to get me back on track.