My little boy is now nine months old!
It’s staggering to think how much my life has changed in the last nine months. I’ve been busier and more exhausted than ever, and yet it’s been one of the happiest times of my life. What’s interesting to me is I’ve been more productive, writing-wise, over the last nine months than I was over the nine months before that (when I was pregnant), or even the year before that. Granted, I was worrying about other things, like my remodel and working 60 hour weeks, but my writing was neglected when I probably could have found time to squeeze it in.
Somehow devoting nearly all my time and energy to my child has allowed me to give myself the permission I need to devote whatever spare time I can wring out of my day to working on my writing.
Thus my joy is complete–the joy of parenting my lovely baby and the joy of my return to writing.