The Power of a Hug

It's really quite amusing to me when you realize how desperate you are to be touched. It seems as if touching would be the most basic, human part of one's marriage, life. In my life, due to time constraints, struggles, and the pure exhaustion that follows a day of chasing a little girl (or 58 employees in my husband's case); it doesn't come all that easy. I dare say my husband and I try to snuggle up on the couch while he does homework or I read and relax, but with the laptop doing its job of sitting on the lap, snuggling doesn't always come easy.

The other night as I wearily made my way to the bathroom for my end-of-day routine my husband met me at the door with the most incredible hug EVER to be had. He slid his hands under my white cotton t-shirt, lifted me off the ground with his masculine, well-defined arms and back, and just held me there for a moment. It was passionate, touching, and reached into my soul to give my spirit something it so urgently needed - love. It felt damn good to have that kind of passion if only for that single moment.

I haven't been able to get it back sense, that hug, that passion, which I guess is why it so amuses me when you realize how desperate you are to be touched.

Prayer for a Lost Soul

God? What am I supposed to do? I have so much inside and don’t know if I should go back to the drawing board or start on the next project. I’m excited. I’m terrified. I want to be a success and know that even if I am never published that I will be one for following my heart. Writing is all I want to do. I want to tell my stories to people out in the world that hold out hope that someone has been through the same things they have. I want to reach out to people who are afraid and ashamed to admit their pain, just like me. I’m ready to lay bare my heart and soul. I’m ready to give my soul a voice with pen and paper. I no longer care what people will think of me. I am not afraid. As much bad as I have done in my life, I have accomplished and grown and given tenfold. But God, I need Your help. I need Your guidance. I need Your direction in what to do next. Four years ago You opened shone light on a path and something came to guide me along. Am I now supposed to write about what I learned? I don’t feel blocked, I feel lost. What do I do next? Tell me God, open my heart and mind. What should I do?

Unstoppable Mrs Start Gets Started

This business of writing and selling yourself as an author is all new to me. I thought it would be easy: write, publish, sit back and enjoy writing some more. Ha! I'm one of those daydreamers who gave up my career to follow my heart and write. I am a wife and mother who writes from the deepest depths of my soul about the people, places, and things I know. I'm busy, all the time, and the business of writing makes life even busier. How do I get it all done today (laundry, meals, blog, next chapter)? Where will I find creativity today? Believe me it's all about living for, and through, today.

What does that mean to you? It means you have an insider's view into this crazy amazing world. It means that somewhere in all these words there is a little inspiration, understanding, hope written just for you. It means that you get to watch this once ugly duckling (fingers crossed) emerge a beautiful swan.

There's something new everyday and I look forward to enjoying the "transformation" with you. For me today brings tweaks to the "official" website, my first blog post, coloring my hair (I hate having so much grey at 38), and pulling together my wardrobe for a writer's conference I am attending in CT this weekend. It's all a matter of "to do's" and prioritizing them.

Its Spring. Get out there and pick up a new book, go for a walk in this glorious sunshine, find your own little bit of transformation today.