Not so much of the Quiet Life

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This is nothing to do with the post really, it’s just a super cute photo I took while we were away.

I know that this blog is called ‘A Quiet Life’ but I feel like my life has been anything but quiet lately. I am launching my debut novel today, I have just come home from an overseas trip, before that was my daughter’s graduation in Canberra, I am giving a talk at a women’s event next week, and so on, and so on.

The good thing about adventures is that you have a lot more to write about. I have four blogs running around in my head right now that I will share with you over the next couple of weeks. And after today I’m sure I’ll have even more to write about.

The bad thing is that all adventures involve a level of discomfort and stretch. But maybe that’s a good thing too.

I found out last week that I was stretched just a little bit more than was comfortable when I looked at the e-tickets for our trip to Vanuatu and found that we were leaving on the Wednesday, not the Thursday. And getting back on the Thursday, not the Wednesday. I had effectively lost two days from my time budget.

I freaked out.

I wondered what else I had forgotten.

I had put too much on my plate.

But fortunately I found out on the Monday so we didn’t miss the plane. We went on the trip.

The trip was successful and beautiful and you’ll hear more about it soon.

But I had overloaded myself and could not keep everything I needed to remember in my head. Maybe it’s not a good idea to plan a graduation visit, a book launch, a speech at a women’s event (with a second book involved) and an overseas trip, all within four weeks. I should remember that for the future.

So yes, I got overloaded and started to freak out, but I didn’t need to. Nothing dreadful happened just because I couldn’t quite keep it all together.

I forgot I was on the roster at church but the lovely Val took my place without complaining. I didn’t get the washing done before we left but I’ve caught up on it now. I haven’t kept up with some other blogs I usually write but there haven’t been howls of protest from anyone. Yesterday I managed to write a speech for my book launch tonight and I’ve prepared the online launch party.

I haven’t felt successful but I am miles from failure.

The sermon given on the Sunday we were in Vanuatu was about worrying. Or rather, not worrying. The good book says ‘who of you by worrying can add one hour to their life?’

It’s so true. Worry doesn’t get rid of the problem. It doesn’t do anything. It just keeps us busy and stressed and upset but it doesn’t solve anything or take us anywhere.

So yes, I have a lot on my plate right now but it’s getting less. Each day takes away that day’s chunk of things to do, and each day the stuff on my plate gets easier to manage. And all of it is an adventure, and a joyful adventure if I keep my attitude right.

Right now I am living as much as possible one day at a time. ‘Why worry about tomorrow? Each day has enough trouble of its own.’ And by letting go of tomorrow’s stress I have more energy to deal with the troubles of today, and can look forward to tomorrow or to next week when the majority of the adventures will be over and I can get back to my quiet life.

If you’re interested in buying my debut novel it’s available at Amazon, iBooks, and Kobo. If the links don’t work you can search Deadly Misconduct by RJ Amos. My novel writing website is www.rjamos.com and you can sign up to my writer newsletter there. Or you can come to my online book launch on Facebook where I’ll be sharing funnies and answering your questions from 10am to 4pm Australian Eastern Standard Time today. 

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