IWSG and the future’s unpredictabity
In case you didn’t know I’ve been considering giving up on IWSG, I’m repeating part of last month’s post. “… I spent 6 months throwing up this year, (so) you might understand why I’m behind. My biggest insecurity is whether I’ll ever catch up on chores, let alone writing. Physically, I’m much better–at least no nausea for the last week–but I don’t have the stamina I once did. If I continue to try to do everything, I will fail.”
Later, I read about next year’s anthology only being open to IWSG members, and that gave me pause. I’m still pausing. I’m still so far behind on farm chores, house cleaning, editing jobs, and finances that I may not write a story next year. Then again, I might. Not only that, but I’m up to #87 on the linky list even though I once fell off by accident (I hope — I posted the month my name disappeared). After I had to start over, I don’t want to lose my place in line. IWSG is like an amusement park in that regard. So please excuse me while I think another month, lol!
Now for the flip side. It stands to reason that every insecurity vanquished should bring triumph. Well, one of my triumphs is being able to eat again. I can swallow without pain; no longer do I feel like an alien is ready to burst from my chest. Whew! And … drumroll… my food stays down so well that I’ve regained 12 pounds! Since I’ve also regained the incentive to cook, I volunteered to bake 2 extra turkeys for the homeless at Thanksgiving. I was exhausted by the time we sat down to eat, but every bite was a joy! I am so grateful that my fear of starving to death is gone. Poof!
Now you’ve heard my insecurities and triumphs, what are yours? Dish, please. I need the inspiration.