Today I showed up to work with gratitude and a smile…I showed up to the stack of paperwork on our kitchen table with manageable expectations…I showed up to my novel with excitement and willingness. In essence, today I showed up to my life.
Some people will laugh at me and say, “What are you talking about? You’re always up to something, working on something, busy and focused.”
Up to something?…probably.
Working…busy and focused?…not always.
But it’s not really for debate. Sometimes I don’t show up to my life in a way that makes me feel like it was a day well-lived, as a writer or otherwise. When I have a day that is, I celebrate it.