A Lost Love Found

Hi friends,

Happy Wednesday! Hope you’re having a wonderful week.

My family and I headed to the beach for a much-needed vacation. Everyone has been working hard and we all needed time to just soak up some sun and breathe in the sea air. But this vacation was different for me. As Cara Putman shared a few weeks back about an author who left her laptop at home, I did the same. I’ve worked every vacation we’ve taken since I sold my debut novel over a decade ago. Most vacations I’d simply wake up an hour or two earlier before the rest of the clan was up. Just because I wasn’t taking time away from being with family time by getting up early, I was taking vacation time all the same.

Knowing I had more downtime, I collected a few (make that a handful of) books to read, but as the trip grew nearer, I discovered something I never anticipated. I was scrambling to think how I’d spend my time while my family slept as I’m the early riser in our crew. I mentally took an inventory of what filled me with enjoyment, pleasure, and what hopefully would replenish my creative well, and I came up blank.

Blank?!? How on earth did I forget what was fun for me? Don’t get me wrong on beach days, I love swimming in the ocean, walking with my hubby on the beach, and daydreaming on my beach towel, but during our ten-day vacation stay, there are rainy days where we just chill in the house. I told myself this was the time to catch up on all the enjoyable things I never have time to do. Then I realized the problem…

Read what I realized on the Inspired by Life and Fiction blog!