The saying goes…you get out of it what you put into it. Wise words, I’m sure you will agree. And mostly true. Except when it comes to my pets.
Over the years I have learned that while I like animals, pets are not the wonderful ‘blood pressure lowering,’ ‘always giving,’ ‘lovable’ creatures they’re made out to be. I call it the pet owner conspiracy.
Case in point: My pets. We have 3 cats, several goldfish, and a dog. They are all a big stressor in my life. I have tried to get the benefits I’m supposed to get out of them, starting with petting the furry creatures (the fish don’t seem to like this so I’ve given up on them). Seems like a win-win situation, doesn’t it? I get to relax with the soothing motion and they get, well, petted. Except…every time I pet my cats, my allergies kick up. So I startle them with my sneezes and then I get claw marks all over my body as they briefly freak out. Then I have to get up and blow my nose, which ruins the whole relaxation effect, as well, because now I’m standing up and the cat has fled the scene. And every time I pet our one cat, Beanie (we used to call her Sabrina – but that’s just too nice a name – now she’s Needy Beanie), it just kicks in her neediness and she gets all clingy and the claws come out so she can cling even better and she goes nuts if you try to stop petting her. When I try to pet our lab, she ends up chewing on my hand.
Let’s face it. We are all busy people. All of us. So how does a person make the time, summon up the energy, and find the motivation to follow their dreams?
It isn’t easy. I have three young boys and a household to run. When I first started writing, I was in graduate school. Later, I was the brand new mother of a baby, then another one and another one. It wasn’t easy making – forging – the time to write. Sometimes (most of time), I had to trick myself into doing it, especially when I first started writing or was very, very tired because my child was up sick all night.
When I first started to write books, I found it awfully hard going. I think that I’m a decent storyteller, but I’m not a natural writer – I really have to work at it. In the beginning, it didn’t take long for me to realize that getting all those grand ideas and visions of mine down on paper wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought. What sounded so good in my head didn’t always (okay, rarely) translate into print. Not like I’d imagined, anyway. This difficulty is why I think people put off writing, or quit after a few attempts.
That and the million other things going on in their lives.