One of the things I decided to do this year (no, not a New Year’s Resolution), was to devote more time to my fiction writing. I’ve done that so far, and have been closer to the next steps of publishing than ever before. Now, I have time to kick it up even more. After weeks of contract and payment negotiations, I have parted ways with the company I was contracting with. Throughout the process my husband and I prepared our family finances for the hole losing this income will cause in the short term.
Thankfully, his business is beginning to boom, and while I continue to work toward my first book being published, I’ll be joining his business. He absolutely do not like writing. Also, he knows the value of my skills. As he organizes toward some next steps, I’ll be focusing on making sure the message he wants to send gets sent properly. I’ll be working on website content, documents, and other documents and files to make sure that too is too and not two, and that the sometimes rambling and stream-of-consciousness writing he produces is tight and ready to present to potential investors and clients.
While quitting my contract job may seem like a sad end to over three years with this company, I see it as a bright new horizon, full of opportunities and experiences that will strengthen my writing and editing muscles. The still flexible schedule working in my husband’s business provides will mean plenty of time for writing, so I can deliver what I hope will be your next favorite book.
It seems like you turn a certain age and you start to fall apart. Someone I know recently went to a regular physical, only to be alerted to several specific problems that needed attention. They were sent for tests, scans, work ups, whatever you want to call them. Another person I know had routine blood work done only to find a condition they didn’t know about.
For me, various things have been happening since I hit the big 4-0. Not long before, I was diagnosed with ‘frozen shoulder’ in my right shoulder. It was horrible. I couldn’t lift my arm above shoulder height, and couldn’t move it in any normal direction. Sleeping was uncomfortable, and working my semi-physical kitchen job at my son’s school was out of the question. I could no longer reach above my head to the upper shelves, or carry large trays of prepared side dishes to assemble lunches.
After a couple of steroid injections, the doctor recommended physical therapy. I went for about six weeks, with very little improvement. The next step was a procedure called ‘manipulation under anesthesia’ where I went under anesthesia at a hospital and he took my arm and moved/manipulated it until the adhesions finally broke away and the arm moved more normally. After the procedure, it was back to physical therapy. Shortly after the last session, and just before the follow up with the doctor, I heard a resounding crack in my right shoulder, followed by instant relief. When I saw the doctor, he said ‘congratulations, you’ve healed yourself!’
He elaborated again (as he had after the procedure) that I could get frozen shoulder again. Apparently once you have it, you will likely get it again, and usually in the other arm. I had sort of fallen out of the habit of all the physical therapy exercises, until I felt my left shoulder starting to tense in the same way the right had. So far, things have seemed to be going okay.
Fast forward a couple years and I get diagnosed with carpal tunnel. I’m faced with a surgery that, according to the doctor as well as several other people I’ve spoken with, may need to be repeated OR I wear braces on my arms while I sleep. The Velcro to open the braces rips very loudly, but that and a combination of basic stretches keeps the pain in check.
This round of physical therapy I’ve started addresses my lower limbs. Again, I’m putting it down to age since I’ve never had this before. I started to feel a pain in my left knee. It seems to be painful/tender around the knee cap, but there’s no bruising or other injury. After a visit to the doctor and a round of x-rays, he told me my knee cap is out of place, not dislocated, just out of place. Since there was pain, I compensated and started to walk differently, pushing my knee cap in a way it shouldn’t go. This round of physical therapy is to re-train the knee cap into the proper place.
Physical therapy is going well. I’ve been doing various exercises and stretches to help, but I still have a long way to go. It may sound like I’m complaining, but it’s a part of my life that influences my writing. This blog is about my life and my writing.
When is a time you’ve been injured? Did it result in the need for physical therapy or other drastic measures? What sort of influence did it have on your life?
Cravings motivate me in weird ways. While many people think “I want chocolate” and run to the nearest grocery store to pick up their favorite kind, I think “I want chocolate – how can I make it?” So I looked up a recipe. I found one for both milk and dark chocolate, and I’ve tried making each a couple times now.
The dark chocolate recipe has been going a little better than the milk chocolate. My husband is a dark chocolate fan while my son and I love milk chocolate. Recently it was my husband’s birthday, so I made him not only the chocolate but used it to make homemade peanut butter cups. He loves them – I couldn’t quite squeeze out a dozen, so whenever I see him snacking it seems like has one.
Meanwhile, I struggle with the milk chocolate. It doesn’t seem to be working out the way I want, but that’s not a reason for me to quit. I will eventually find the perfect balance for the best homemade milk chocolate. While I look for it, I’ll enjoy what I have.
What is a recipe you’ve tried? How did it come out? Let’s talk on Facebook!
I’ve been lucky enough to have my dad in my life my entire life. My parents are still married, and I see him (and my mom) regularly. He’s a great man who has always worked hard for his family. He was always there to tell me I can do whatever I want even if it seemed like something for boys, and he has supported me no matter what. I have hundreds of memories and pictures of things we did together that may have seemed odd for a father/daughter dynamic, but there’s nothing in the world I would change.
I’m lucky that he’s still healthy, active, and totally present. As I said, he’s been a great dad, and an equally great grandfather. He loves my son and has a fatherly pride for all his accomplishments, and eagerly awaits his upcoming senior year of high school and beyond.
I mention my son, so there’s another Dad that’s close to my heart. My husband. Our son is in the summer before his senior year, and my husband has been his biggest supporter and encourager. He offers our son opportunities to explore the world and his skills, and build new ones. He pushes and encourages, and cheers him on. No one stood taller or chest puffed out more than my husband standing next to our son at his Eagle Scout court of honor.
These men are both great, biological fathers. There are so many other ways a person can be a father, and more meaningfully, a Dad. There are all sorts of families today, including families where one parent does the work of two. All of these families should celebrate their father figures, no matter what they look like.
There are other dads who aren’t dads by blood or by marriage. These people step up and support and encourage their children’s friends. I have a number of friends whose parents I don’t really know their names, because they’ve always been “Mom” or “Dad”. Sometimes I find myself asking ‘what’s your dad’s (or mom’s) name again?’ These ‘second parents’ are part of a child’s support system they may not recognize until much later in life, but they ask for nothing – not even recognition.
No matter what the Dad in your family looks like – biological, adopted, foster, or even a different family member like an uncle or grandfather, today is the day to celebrate them.
