Caught In Transition: Scattered and Splattered

I’m usually a mess. Scattered and splattered and easily brought down. I used to blame it on my creative nature. After all, I’m an artist. I wholeheartedly embrace the insanity gene I inherited from some long-dead ancestor. I mean, how else can I account for those voices whispering in my head?

But I’m in transition now, working to separate THOSE voices from MY voices.

If I allow it, MY voices loudly berate me because the dust bunnies are on the rampage and the fridge is empty…again. And listen, the roads will be icy tomorrow and I might have to leave my house and navigate ice covered streets better made for skates. And gosh, wouldn’t it be fun to head somewhere warm—sans computer—and lie on a beach and listen to the waves crash against the shoreline? Maybe spend the winter chilling with a bottle of sunblock in my hand instead of a snow shovel?

Scattered + Splattered

However, with a deadline fast approaching, my life and my thoughts must revolve around the keyboard, and the voices that whisper their story in my ear. So when MY loud voice intrudes, and I get caught up in thoughts of tasks undone, past regrets, and unlikely-to-ever-occur fears, I take a deep breath, release it, and remember…all that exists is this moment, this day…and then I unsplatter and get back to the business of completing this book.

It doesn’t matter our age, whether we work inside or outside the home, whether we have children or not, whether those children are at the diaper stage, or full grown and on their own.

Life is too short to focus on past regrets or future fears. There’s only enough time today for…well, the moments that make up today.

Scattered + Splattered

So tell me…do you celebrate each moment as it happens? Or do the voices in your head demand you spend time on past regrets and future fears and everything in-between? Please tell me in the comments below what you plan to do in the moments after you leave this page. And then tell me whether or not you’ll intentionally and deliberately block out the disruptive voices so you can immerse yourself in the joy of each moment.

About Sheila Seabrook

Author of contemporary romance and women's fiction.

Posted on January 14, 2015, in Blog Posts and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. You hit the nail on the head (cliche’ alert!) for me, Sheila. I make a daily task to “live in the moment” and not look back a lot on the past nor freak out about the future. I suffer from what I guess is termed “anticipatory anxiety” and it’s just not good for me or my health to always be worrying about what’s going to or what might happen. So, yes, I try to live in the moment, as they say, and I’m getting okay with that – not good at times, but better.
    Great post.

  2. I think the older we get, the easier it becomes to live in the moment. I strive for that every day because there’s no guarantee of a tomorrow.

  3. I hear the voices. Sometimes I listen to them; sometimes not. Sometimes they have really good ideas; sometimes not. It’s good to be creative. It’s good to be an artist. Whenever I say or do something a bit – let’s say, bizarre – I just proudly proclaim that I am an artist and nobody questions.

    Here’s to the artists and the voices. And warm places.

    Happy writing Sheila.

    Patricia Rickrode
    w/a Jansen Schmidt

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