Hear Me Roar
I am woman …
As I opened my eyes this morning to the sunlight peeking in through my bedroom window, I felt a sense of renewed strength. It’s funny how a few precious hours of sleep can re-energize a weakened soul.
I have a pretty busy schedule, not just today, but all through my daily life as a work-at-home wife and mother. Attending to a houseful of people (who I sometimes refer to as ungrateful individuals) that keep me in the role of alarm clock, chef, stylist, doctor, and maid (to name a few) stresses me beyond words. Just when I think I can take no more, sleep comes … relaxing, peaceful, wonderful sleep. And not a minute too late.
So as I am fully awake now, and eagerly ready to take on today’s activities, I solemnly swear that today will be the day that I live stress-free! Ok, so this isn’t the first day I make that commitment, nor will it be the last. What has become sort of a mantra for me is … relax, take deep breaths, pray. Occasionally it works; most times it doesn’t. That is when I am most likely to write, but how do I find the time? Between the arguing, teasing, sibling rivalries, cooking and just all around negativity, the very endings of each and every nerve throughout my body is affected. It’s at that point that I simply remove myself from the confines of whatever place I’m in with the confusion surrounding me. So far, today happens to be one of those days, and it’s only 9:00 a.m. Woe is me!
But, as a well known songstress says I will go on … and go on I must! Who can stop the mind of a writer but the writer herself? I won’t let this dampen my pen (or keyboard) anymore! I am back, and I must say, I’m back with a vengeance. In the words of Helen Reddy, “I am woman …”
More appropriate still … I am writer … watch me write …