I spent my lunch hour staring out across the snowfields that circle the place where I work. My employer's premises are a converted farm. It is a gorgeous place to work. I enjoy my time there.
So much time is spent doing things we hate. As humans we have an inbuilt instinct to survive and sometimes that is all we can mange to do. Life is about more than survival.
2012 was a hard year for me.
Cancer is a difficult subject. When someone close to you contracts this cruel disease life goes on hold. Last year I struggled to survive.
With both my parents seriously ill it seemed an indulgence to continue on as normal, as if anything could be normal again. I had to keep working. I had to pay the mortgage. Food had to be bought. The tax man knew nothing about my pain.
My writing suffered. Quite rightly. Very few words emerged onto the hard disk of my computer. The ones that did were special. I will remember the few occasions I dared to write that year all my life. Light in the darkness.
Mum and Dad got better. Their illnesses were treated. I recovered form the onslaught of stress. I am still recovering if truth be told.
I love my art. My life is good once more. I hope that last year's battles have made me stronger and a better person. I know they have made me a better writer.
If things are dark keep going. Every human has a immense reservoir of strength just waiting to be tapped. Do not give up. Stress and pain are part of life but they are not its sum total.
And keep writing.
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