We’ve been under construction – literally. We had a minor fridge flood this summer which resulted in necessary floor repairs and replacement. As we chose people to work with and narrowed down plan, we found we’d have to wait months before the work could be completed. Then, an opening!
A shift in plans allowed our necessary repairs to be completed sooner rather than later. The floors could be replaced by the contractor of our choice in December! Yay! We didn’t have to wait until spring — but of course, the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is always very busy. We attend theatre performances, church, classes, coffee dates, playdates, dinner dates — we like to stay in and have movie nights, crafting afternoons, game nights. Of course, the necessary repairs needed to be completed and we chose to go with the opening in the schedule to tie up loose ends before the end of the year.
In hindsight, we probably should have waited. Having one entire floor, the main floor, of our home emptied and under construction has forced us to live in smaller quarters — namely, our bedrooms — and it’s been cozy. A bit uncomfortable. We’ve not had access to the space, let alone many of the creature comforts we’re used to: working kitchen, couch to read on, tables to work and eat on. It’s been inconvenient, it’s been a hassle, but in some ways it’s also been liberating.
We’ve realized that it’s okay to not have our regular routine. We’ve forgotten a few things at the house when we’ve gone out, we’ve improvised, we’ve made due and it’s been fine. Not perfect, thank goodness we’re not going for perfection: but it’s been fine. We’ve run late, we’ve had lots of laughs, we’re giving the dogs more treats and belly rubs because we’ve had to slow down, change our pace, alter the routine. It’s been aggravating at times, but it’s also been a welcome surprise. Even in this end-of-year reflection, time of Advent, gratefulness, and mass of busy, our upended life living with most of our first floor possessions in either our bedroom or the garage, and we’ve managed just fine.
When I think about my writing, it’s easy to think about putting it off until I have a block of time, the right space, a quiet spot, a well-lit spot, an afternoon without commitment, a morning without the rush — but at the end of the day, we’re always under construction. Even our routines are often knocked out of whack by a sick child, an unexpected errand, a traffic jam, forgotten groceries — but life goes on. It’s okay. If we take our current situation and intentionally write, intentionally keep moving forward, we’ll eventually find our writing voice. We’ll eventually find our rhythm. We’ll make time in the day, mundane or absolute crazy, to continue our train of thought and keep the story moving forward.
Don’t use the busy of your life — this day, week, month, season — to be an excuse to not write, to not meet a friend for, coffee, to visit church, to call your mother (let’s talk today, Mom!!); let’s do it now.
Let us seize the day — Carpe Diem — let us do today what we must, what we can! Tomorrow is not only never promised, but it fades into dozens of more tomorrows when your work will continue to be undone.
What’s keeping you from doing your work today?
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, by Robert Herrick
- Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
- Old Time is still a-flying;
- And this same flower that smiles today
- To-morrow will be dying.
- The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
- The higher he’s a-getting,
- The sooner will his race be run,
- And nearer he’s to setting.
- That age is best which is the first,
- When youth and blood are warmer;
- But being spent, the worse, and worst
- Times still succeed the former.
- Then be not coy, but use your time,
- And, while ye may, go marry:
- For having lost but once your prime,
- You may forever tarry.