It’s Raining

November 6, 2014

Dear Mary,

You don’t know what you’re doing. Did you ever? How DID you make it this far in life? You skipped happily along all year thinking, “Yes, I got this!”, but this week you crashed. This is not your week, Mary. Your home life is in shambles. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, and you’re restless to see it. You just need patience.

It’s only the 6th day of November and this month had started out wrong and you’re trying to get back on track. When things aren’t good at home, you can’t think or write. Don’t worry, it’ll work out, it always does, in one way or another.

You kinda do things backwards. By the time you realized what’s wrong, you’re scrambling to understand and fix what is going on. Whether it’s the Native American Clan, or the writing ideas you  had, or lining up the novel you’re working on right now, these things are fixable.

Someone said, ‘be a flower and go bloom’ and you didn’t know if it was an insult or a compliment. Finding out what that really meant; relief flooded your soul. Thinking, ‘Can I do this AND am I capable of this?’ The answer is YES.

You’re anxious? Yes, this week you are. The weather’s not helping, it’s raining outside. A perfect day to write, but your eyes are dying to feast on the sun shine. Maybe it’s raining today because it’s ready for the flower to bloom tomorrow. Despite the obstacles, you’re finding the courage to cling to hope. It’s in your nature. It’s your soul.

You hate these floating along days. It’s time to get to work. That which you want to do is not going to write itself. You have to do this; you need to do this. You’ve enjoyed this journey of writing too much to let it go and slip out of your hands into oblivion. Words are your passion. Surely, you didn’t waste a year caressing a keyboard for nothing.

You didn’t.

You haven’t.

Get a grip, Mary. There’s still time to get it together at home. Let’s get on with life and writing and know this will soon pass, and you’ll figure things out.

Deciding to read the lyrics to ‘Happy’ and watching the video and lyrics snapped you into a mellower mood. It’s just a matter of time till it all falls into place. A smile curls up. Your fingers begin typing and there goes the words flying across the keyboard. The rain is cleansing and it’s washing away these fears of yours.

Things will look up because you believe it, deep down inside yourself. You’ll find you knew what you were doing all along. Maybe not in the way that’s clear to your mind, but the heart knows the future is just ahead; waiting for the words that will flow from your soul.

You’ve made it this far in life.

Just write. Smile. Just be ‘You.’

Love yourself,

Mary

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