More Than Enough

The past couple of weeks have been brutal.

I’ve been busy at the office, busy with freelance work, and unable to write. For me, that’s the hardest part of being a part time writer—writing only part of the time. I’m grateful for my office work, and appreciate the freelance design work. It sustains my family and has provided a bevy of rich experiences through and through, both good and bad.

But the interruptions to my writing has been difficult. Sure, when life gets hectic, I carve out tiny chunks of time here and there, but I don’t want to eat dry cereal on the run. I want to bite into a fat, juicy, bloody steak. And maybe go back for seconds.

But that’s how things go. You take the good, you take the bad, you take it all and there you have… well, you know the rest.

So, yes, sometimes being a part time writer when all you want to be is a FULL time writer can be stressful. It can even cause feelings of doubt, like I’m just not doing enough. I haven’t earned anything yet. And maybe that’s true. Who knows. But I also know that when I try to force things, they rarely work out in my favor. Sometimes a thing just is what it is. Right now I am a husband, a father, a professional graphic designer, and a part time writer.

These things are more than enough. Certainly more than I deserve. I need to remind myself of that fact.

In time, maybe I’ll get to enjoy that steak every day for as long as I like. But for now, I’ll enjoy the cereal on the go, knowing that it keeps me honest—and most important, keeps me hungry.