The last week was a blur. I attended the Association of Writing Professionals (AWP) 43rd conference at the Los Angeles Convention Center with three of my writing group sisters.
The week of ‘conferencing’ was a good one, inspiring and fun, but when I say conference I mean a 12,000 peopled flow of writers, editors, booksellers, professors, and others.
The hours were filled with writing techniques, editors/agent panels, poets reading heart-wrenching poetry, and writers speaking eloquent words. You know how even great stuff is exhausting and truth be told this great stuff was also intimidating.
Did I measure up, should I be writing fiction, should I revise, should I be spending countless hours writing? What was I doing?
I ‘shoulded’ all over myself.
When I got home from sleeping in a different bed, meeting people, and eating out I just wanted to decompensate and breathe.
The next day, my mind and body wanted to sleep in and tune out. The suitcase, books, and an art piece I bought lay strewn at the foot of my bed.
Could I skip a Sunday service? I had so much to do before my next day departure to Denver to see my young adult kids. But I hadn’t missed a Sunday service in years unless I was really sick.
The mess would have to wait. I dressed and left for service and was grateful I attended. The message was:
Life is a gift and what you do with it matters…
Our pastor told us the average lifespan was 79 years of age or 28,835 minutes. If those minutes were on a clock, a fifty-year-old would have 18 minutes of their life left. That put life in perspective.
Was I living a life that was significant and meaningful? Is there compassion in what I do and say. Do I give gratitude, show kindness? Do I live my life in a way where others will know I’m a Christian? Do I trust and have faith when the going gets tough?
I thought of all these questions after the service and how the sermon put everything in perspective. I was striving to live the answers to these questions. Trying is good. Trying is movement. There were no more “Should’s.” I felt balanced once again.
Achieving writing success is important to me but it isn’t the end all to my life. I reminded myself that I write because I can’t think of not writing, that would kill me inside.
I remembered that I began writing to tell the stories of girls and women who faced challenges, made bad choices, but struggled to do better. The girls who felt like no one cared who they were and only focused on what they did. The unseen women who wore mask upon mask. Girls who grew up through the garbage strewn upon them.Women and girls who needed family, in whatever shape it presented itself.
So how to live before you die?
When I thought of why I write, I remembered we all have the ability to improve the quality of our life.
We can all make choices to improve our spirituality, our health, and our emotional life.
We can love ourself and others.
We can be of service to someone or something.
Living is finding something to have a passion for whether it’s family, service, or a combination of a thousand other things.
Living is making your minutes count and they count when you stop to look at a sunset, a sunrise, notice a smile, hug someone, and other countless ways.
I’ll end with a quote about life from Maya Angelou.
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Thanks for the beautiful smile birthed by your message! Hugs!
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The phrase that jumped out at me was “writing success,” and I asked myself what success is. Before my first short story was published, any publication looked like success. Before my first book was published, ditto. Each time, though, I seem to want more–more reviews in better places, ecstatic reviews, better sales, banners across the sky–whatever. Be careful about taking the success thing too seriously, because you can drive yourself nuts with it.
Yes, ‘success’ is different at various stages and it is a slippery slope. Thanks for stopping by. PS> I’m aiming for publication as a success.
So glad you had a great time at the conference. I feel like you when I’m back home after a few days away from the rest of the world and immersed in the writing world.
A little scary to think of our momentary stay on earth, but I think about it more often now that my kids are no longer living at home on a daily basis. I just try to make each day count. I do something that I enjoy every day. Either a walk or a bike ride or a yoga class or baking a new dessert or reading a book from an author I don’t know or planting new flowers and moreover finishing the writing pieces I start.
Best to you, Mona, as always.
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