Meet Nala

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Earlier this year, I lost my Hershey boy. His loss hit me harder than I realized until weeks later. I honestly didn’t think I would get another cat.

Then an acquaintance posted on IG needing to re home her cat. I didn’t hesitate to message about her. I knew Nala would become my girl.

It’s been a few weeks since I brought her home. I’m learning about her personality, how different she is from Hershey. She has found her favorite places to make her own.

It’s nice to come home to sweet meows. To have another presence nearby. The love of a pet is priceless after all.

Mid Week Motivator: Five Days Left

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Congratulations!!!! Can you see the end?! All the coffee, chocolate and sacrifice is nearly at an end!

Hang in there! Just more days left! No matter where you are at with your word count, finish. Work until you get there. Stop on the 30th. Take a few days to regroup, reintroduce yourself to the family and friends.

Then continue on.

Later begins the next phase, revision. But that can wait, allow your mind to regroup. After all you need to figure out what happens to the fire breathing unicorn.

Rediscovering Motivation

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This has been a tough year thus far for a multitude of reasons. One aspect has been my health. Gaining weight after working so hard to lose it three years ago has been disheartening. My motivation to eat well and exercise fell by the wayside.

More and more I found myself choosing the comfort of food. Not that I fell back into full on binging as I have in the past. It is more making poor food choices when there are plenty of healthier options available.

Then a day or two goes by without a workout or good food choices. Since those days went by what does it matter if another one does? Then it becomes a week, and before I realized it a month. Sure, I’ve been busy. Juggling three part time jobs isn’t easy. But it also doesn’t mean I couldn’t have worked out those days.

Some of it is laziness, not being willing to wake up earlier to run. Or getting in one after a mentally draining work day.  Not planning my meals ahead, which lead to me heading for drive thru’s instead of a waiting meal. Indulging in dessert when I shouldn’t have. Some of it is simply the reality of my new schedule, mostly eating dinner later than 7:30pm.

Then there is the difference in my body from three years ago. I am on the other side of thirty five, nearly forty. That’s something I need to remember, to honor and not berate myself.

And that I will need to work at being motivated. Something I didn’t need to do before. The motivation was just there, supernaturally planted. However, over time complacency set in for me. Complacency I don’t always fight against. In that I have lost the motivation that once came so easily.

This needs to change, I need to fight for my life. To care for this body, not to achieve some perfect body but in order to live a full life. I will plan ahead for my meals and snacks. I will fight against temptations at the office as the busy season kicks into gear. I will run at least three days a week and focusing on strength training the other two.

In doing so I hope to regain motivation. Caring for this body and my overall health.

Have you had to regain motivation?

Mid Week Motivator: Plan Ahead

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Next week is Thanksgiving. A time to spend with family. There is also time to prep for the meal. Think about what this can mean for your writing schedule. Obviously, things must be adjusted.

How much will depend on what you hope to do for both.

Agree to what your able to do for the holiday. But also honor your hard work up to this point. This is nearly the finish to your novel.

Decide now if you are writing on Thanksgiving or taking the day off. By doing so, this will allow you to relive some stress. And also adjust your writing schedule accordingly.

That being said, congratulations on getting this far! I know that some days it can be like pulling teeth. At times your manuscript may seem more of a mess than not. Remind yourself that December is for revision.

Mid Week Motivator: Halfway Done

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It is the mid point of November. You are halfway through this wild experiment called Nanowrimo!

Congratulations! You have the workings of your novel set up. Perhaps you are just hitting your stride. The words flowing from your hands like water from an open faucet.

Or perhaps the words are more like an intermittent drip, drip, drip.

Keep working. If a scene is frustrating, work on another one. Stepping away from it for a bit can help your brain to process better. To return to that section feeling renewed.

Keep going. Some words are harder one than others. You will be happier knowing that you tried than to have given up.

Remember, the goal is to finish, not perfection.

Being Forgotten and Then Remembered

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In conjunction with the release of Sarah Bessey’s new book Out Of Sorts, I am participating in a synchblog. If you haven’t read her blog or her previous book, Jesus Feminist I highly reccomend you do. Her voice is often breath of fresh air on the interwebs and I look forward to reading her latest book!

I used to thinkthat I was forgotten, but now I think I am beloved.

When I was a child, I went on road trips with my parents. My dad enjoyed looking at historical sights, often this meant graveyards. Graveyards filled with headstones whose names were well worn off. Lives that were now forgotten.

It saddened me, that lives fully lived could be forgotten. It struck me that, my life would also be forgotten. A fear was born. I feared that this would become my fate. My life here forgotten once all those who loved me leave this world. I can’t say that this is exactly when this fear began but it sure didn’t help it.

And this fear grew as I entered my teen years. As I grieved the loss of several family members over a three year span. As I tried to fit in but didn’t. Becoming jealous when hearing of others going out and I wasn’t invited. I began to feel that being forgotten was simply my lot in life.

Then I met Jesus. I began to read the Bible and I learned something crucial. That the Lord doesn’t need me, but instead that he wanted me. He had never forgotten me in all the time I felt so. He had pursued me as I pursued friendships and approval.

He is my creator, he brought me to life. I felt so forgotten and hopeless because I didn’t know of the amazing love Jesus has for me. How this truth that I am his beloved, royal daughter squashed this fear of being forgotten.

Those moments of jealousy and anger can still crop up from time to time. But I am quickly reminded of who I am Christ. I will never be doomed to being forgotten.