I wrote a blog post this morning. And I hated it. The topic was marriage, but I had two main ideas and they kept warring with each other. I finally admitted that it wasn’t the topic (I can always kill off the weaker main idea); I just didn’t feel like writing a blog post.
Now, normally, I would push through. Go, Lori. Just Finish It. No matter how tired I was or how muddy the blog post became, I’d just get ‘er done.
However, my 25-year old son Eric happened to be in my kitchen when I told him of my struggle to write. He asked me why I was struggling and I said, “Because I’d rather be writing my book. I don’t want to write a blog post.” He laughed and said, “So write a blog post about the book you are writing.”
Now that actually got me excited. I’d love to write about that.
Last weekend I was supposed to be in Nebraska, having a nice brunch with my seven sisters and three sisters-in-law, celebrating our mother, Bonnie Kreshel, and her 77 years on this earth. However, a massive snow storm blew through Nebraska, effectively shutting down our plans.
I woke up this morning, full of deep appreciation and love for my mother.