My life is a miracle.
My entire body is all tense right now. I’m thinking about my workload for the week and the fact that I have all this work to do but the rewards seem to be slow in coming.
I did get to see one of my articles published in the newspaper today. Since it’s in a special section they didn’t add it to the paper’s website but in three days (according to my contract) I can add it to my portfolio.
It’s a well structured story, I believe. It has all of the right elements and a nice tone and I’m actually proud of it although I wish I could have written more.
I dream of writing different types of articles. I want to write articles that tell stories instead of just reporting events, gathering quotes and all that.
~sigh~
Maybe one day.
I’ve come a long way, haven’t I? I used to daydream about seeing my by-line in print and I have had so many opportunities to enjoy that during the past two years.
Breaking into journalism as a freelancer has been a wild adventure but I’m getting the hang of it. I try to focus on the fact that I know I’ll grow from these humble beginnings and one day see the fruit of my labor.
I just dropped off my boys to their Dad’s house and I miss them already. We had a beautiful weekend. My favorite times with them are when we are cuddling and talking while laying in the bed. When we fall asleep and I hear them breathing, their legs sometimes thrown over mine, their warm bodies pressed against mine, I feel nothing but grateful to have given birth to these two earth angels.
I stare at their legs. I run my finger across their little noses. I sit back and smile in amazement because they exist because of me. They are the best part of me.
Their lives, my life, our lives really are miracles.