In my life, I've learned that things can change at a moment's notice. I know how to roll with the punches and go with the flow. I'm described as adaptable. I have to be.
But I love structure. I crave structure when it's missing. It doesn't make me feel as if I'm in a rut. It doesn't smother me. It lets me not have to worry about anything else and let go.
So the first two days of this week have been W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L for me.
I think the doggies must have noticed. I haven't had to resort to the dreaded leashes. They've behaved. Only once one day and twice on the other did I have to tell them to be quiet. Monday they played and did the in/out thing for about twenty minutes and that was it. Tuesday was cool, foggy, and drizzly, and they wanted to stay inside except for when it was absolutely necessary.
I missed my writing goal on Monday, but only by a little and not due to the dogs. I'd been expecting some phone calls, and they all came that day. One was long, the others of medium length. Tuesday I exceeded my goal, but not by plan. I was in the zone and didn't realize it was time to make dinner.
Today's a new day. The sun is shining. I'm smiling. Whatever happens, Monday and Tuesday showed me how my writing life can function. It's up to me to see that it works. I think it's more about putting writing first. Maybe the dogs sense that I really mean business.
Look out ... I'm taking charge.