Last updated on February 23rd, 2023 at 03:03 pm
In the past month, I’ve really cut back on my normal memoir writing schedule when I should be ramping up my big dream to publish this Toxic Mom Toolkit book of mine.
At first, I couldn’t concentrate because I had roofers here for nine days. But you know what? I’m not beating myself up about it.
Although apparently, I am famous for insisting to my friends that writers write every day, of late, I have not, and you know what? I’m not beating myself up over it.
When the roofers threw the old roof in the driveway and every workman, resident, dog, and visitor tracked in specks of tar on the bottom of their shoes that left black lines on our bamboo floors, I didn’t cry.
I created a new Wolfe House socks-only policy and grabbed a can of acetone and spent two days on my knees removing thousands of gummy scuffs and I’m not beating myself up over it.
When my stepmother died suddenly and I found myself in charge of removing layer after layer of her life in the form of hardback books, softback books, magazines, and notebooks I didn’t sulk. I went to Public Storage and bought 20 packing boxes and ran to Goodwill and The Salvation Army and they were glad of the donations I missed more writing time but I’m not beating myself up over it.
My new terrier puppy, Carmen, is a handful. In just three weeks she has doubled in size from eight to 14 pounds, has reduced her nipping by 60 percent, has learned to bark twice to go out to poop, is crate trained, and will raise her paw if you ask very sweetly five times. That all took time, which cut into my book writing time, but I’m not beating myself up over it.
Additionally, the meetings with attorneys and CPAs and talking to stock brokers, and gathering paperwork that a death in the family requires have me on the phone several hours a day. Last week I was shouting over the sound of hammers and men whistling for ladders and watching my floors destroyed and tending to a whining puppy, but I’m not going to beat myself up over it.
I’m going to a friend’s birthday party tonight at a community center when I’d rather sort through the answers to my toxic mom questionnaire that women have sent to me and re-write them into narratives, but I’m not going to beat myself up over it because celebrating with the living is important too.
And when I go back and read this post, I might wince a little bit and know that it was short and written quickly, but I’m not going to beat myself up over it. Because I know that sometimes when it feels like you are just dog paddling towards your dream, you are still thinking and planning and making lists in your head that will all add up in the end.
I may feel like I’m treading water but I have no plans to beat myself up over it. If I start to hear my mother on boxed wine telling me I can’t finish anything I’m going to tell her she’s dead and she should mind her own beeswax.
On Monday my desk will still be there. My binders and folders and my tiny laptop and my interviews, questionnaires, and chapters will all be there waiting for me to dive back in like normal.
It’s okay to take a break from writing your memoir or pursuing your dream, just as long as you don’t let the break creep your dream into permanent retirement.
Rayne Wolfe
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Rayne Wolfe is a freelance writer, and a former New York Times, Seattle Times, San Francisco Chronicle, and Sonoma Media, journalist. Her first book, Toxic Mom Toolkit: Discovering a Happy Life Despite Toxic Parenting (CreateSpace) was released in December 2013 and is available on Amazon. Rayne’s non-fiction work is published in the Chicken Soup for the Soul series and Glamour Magazine.
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