One way to play the control game

            Not surprisingly, Husson University is scrambling with coronavirus-imposed budget challenges. I’ve just lost my fall teaching job.
            When I finished an MFA in creative writing in July of 2015, my plan was to try full-time writing. However, a teaching job dropped in my lap, so I taught. My tendency is to let life lead me, work with what it hands me. It’s how I cook, shop, take on new projects or new dogs or exchange students; it’s how I live, and it generally works out. The teaching stint was wonderful.
            A secret part of me is grateful this decision to immerse in writing was made for me. Life has spoken – it’s time to establish routines, deadlines, a framework for my days…ugh. Just writing those words clenches my stomach, but I’m ready to try.
            Comfortable as I am reacting opportunistically to life’s lead, sometimes I desire control. Today I cleared the kitchen counter. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll change the sheets. Then I’ll start planning my writing life, unless something else comes up…
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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