We've officially lived in Kansas for a year.
I am home. The landscape is familiar. These people are my people.
I can walk down a million steps to the coffemaker every morning with my barely-open eyes and get there successfully. I have my figure 8 (mommy code for the places I go to everyday: school, grocery store, sports, library, home) down pat. My children are settled and have found neighbor families that they call second homes. And my local friends? They already expect for me to have a cup of coffee in hand when they see me.
I am a veteran of this place already, and it's marvelous.
The Spring Writing Bootcamp kicked me in the butt...
...and I suprised myself. I accomplished my goals. I have one manusript flying about, hoping to find a home, and I have another in the works.
Almost done with plotting. I've decided again that I'm not a panster. Not in the least bit. So, I stopped drafting and gave in to my natural tendencies and wrote down *all the feels* between my two characters. I'm realizing they've got a lot on their shoulders. :)
I have peace right now. I'm in a good spot, and I'm relishing in it. As you know, it wasn't always so this last year, and I'm happy to be here. Plotting a new book has helped me find this wonderous plateau, and it's reinforced that I must be a writer beause it's what took me out of my fear. Seeing my daydreams on notecards has been a reassurance: The stories in my head are really meant to find themselves on paper.
One breath later.
I'm coming into the second year of this duty station, and I'm not sure what it holds. It's the moving year. In six months we may have a target location. In nine, my new life laid out in front of me. It's both frightening and exciting, made fabulous because I have the strongest five souls around me to keep me grounded. That and my writing--this thing that has grown slow and steady into my adulthood. All of it forming me, teaching me, pushing me.
Beause it's all in that next consequent breath isn't it? Before we put one foot in front of the other, we must breathe first. Before we leap, dive or sprint we must fill our lungs. Sure, it's instinct to do so, but I also believe there is will in it. Fortitude, intention, fight.
One year, one bootcamp, one breath later. We grow, we express, we support one another.
Thank you for a wonderful bootcamp YABuccanners. Visit #TeamDefiance for their final posts! Congratulations to everyone!