Remember when I wrote about loving the daily grind of your work?
Nora Roberts loves it.
Karen Marie Moning talks about the classification of Fever series as romance and taking wild chances.
Karen’s post is a tiny bit depressing, specifically this part.
Karen Marie Moning
Still, I’m fifty-four. I figure I’ve got say…15 really good years left. By the way that’s precisely 5,475 days. Think about that. 15 years is 5,475 sunrises. 5,475 days to have sex, go explore, take a trip, spend time with the people you love. 5,475 days to chase your dreams, feed your passion. 180 more full moon nights. 15 more Christmases.
Back when I was severely overworked and having hard time, I saw a meme that said, “Live every day as if it were your last.” It really burrowed under my skin. Eventually I decided to go to therapy and when I mentioned it, my therapist shook her head and said, “Isn’t that too much pressure?”
And it is. Trying to squeeze maximum excitement out of every minute leeches the joy out of life.
As writers, we come to realization that our days are numbered sooner than most people. We write about dying a lot. We describe dealing with loss and moving on, and we have the fun benefit of hitting the worst case scenario whenever there is a bump in the highway of life. As I’m writing this, for example, the story telling part of my brain warns me that making a post like this would be highly ironic if the plane carrying us to France next week crashes or I discover I have some life-threatening disease this week.
Thank you, brain. You’ve been acknowledged.
But still, the realization that your time isn’t infinite and you have only so many stories to tell is scary. It pushes you to write what you’re really passionate about.
I can’t think in terms of “I have this much left.” I just kind of take it one day at a time, trying to enjoy what I do, try to be a mother, a wife, a writer, but also just me. I’ll never be as prolific or best-selling as Nora Roberts. I’m not even swinging for that fence. I’m aiming for the find some simple joy in each day fence and sometime I miss, but most of the time I do manage to hit, and when some days are a home run. 🙂
With that, I have got to edit. And then sew couch pillows.