My foot feels better most days, some days not so much. Today is a good day - no pain at all. One day a week (sometimes two), it still feels like there's a nail through my foot, and I feel like I'm starting over in the healing process. Those days remind me how lucky I am to walk pain free most days and that every step is a miracle. Ordinary, kind of sucky days - days when my kids are buried in homework, I'm arguing with my husband, or my toddler is being difficult - feel relatively great when I remember how much worse things were a year ago, even just a few months ago, when I had no hope that things would improve.
Today is the first day that I have three full hours to write with a completed novel on my desk, two actually if you include the middle grade chapter book I wrote a year ago - both still need some edits but not major ones. Next to them is a stack of poems and several short stories, all of which need a little polish but are mostly done.
This morning, I am going to resume writing my third novel. I started writing it last Spring and am ten thousand words into it. I am so excited to be able to come back to it after setting it aside for so long.
Today, I feel more than ever that every hour I've spent writing (mostly one hour at a time and sometimes only an hour a week) has added up to a lot of tangibles. I'm one of those goal-oriented people that can't be happy until the goal is reached. Today I'm happy.