In January, I had a diva moment. My publisher took a little bit of time to answer a question, and the answer affected the book I was writing, so I said, a little testily, “that’s all well and good, but I will need at least another month to write this!!!” Harumph. And they said…”Okay!”
As a result, I’ve had plenty of time to write this book. So much time that I decided to tackle a renovation project I’ve been kevetching about for over a year now: That blasted half wall between my kitchen and living area. Have I learned my life lessons? Apparently the only one I have learned is that there is never a good time for anything.
The contractor said, “couple of weeks at most.” We are at the end of three weeks and still not done. And at the end of three weeks, I haven’t made enough progress on my book, so now I am staring down the barrel of a deadly deadline that I dare not miss, mainly because I am too embarrassed after my little diva moment in January.
Fortunately, I’ve been around long enough to know that this is just a bump in the road and everything will work out. Sometimes, those bumps feel huge and impossible, but still, they work out. Like…the time I was delivered a baby I wasn’t expecting. Or the time I had to give that baby, who was then four years old, back to his parents. Or the time my husband, who I encouraged to pursue his dream of law school, went off to said law school and then said he didn’t want to be married anymore and was staying in Phoenix (oh, you didn’t know that? Well, it’s not the sort of thing you announce, right? So now you know). Or the time I went off on vacation to finish my book and forgot my computer bag in the car at the airport. Or the time I was 20-30 pages from the end of the book, just a couple of weeks before deadline, and decided a major plot point didn’t work and had to rewrite the thing.
I would have sworn there was no way I would survive any of these things, and yet, all of them turned out okay. I survived. I moved on. I kept writing. This ongoing renovation is just another bump, and I feel pretty confident that when it is finished, it will look spectacular, the book will be written, and in time, I will forget both how much it cost or how hard it was and start thinking of new things to tackle.
Have you ever had a major bump in the road that you were certain would derail your life and didn’t? Are you zen about things like renovations? Do you have a really horrible renovation story to tell me that will make me forget that they are STILL in my house?