I have so many writer friends who seem to know how to keep everything in balance and make everything work. Oh, I'm sure they're screaming on the inside, but I can't be the only one who has those days (or weeks) where life, family, work, friends, fun, and writing refuse to coexist, peacefully or otherwise. Don't get me wrong...this is NOT a complaint blog. I feel incredibly fortunate for what I have. My mom is healthy (after a bout with cancer a few years ago), I have a rewarding job (that is currently making me pull my hair out), I have the most amazing family and friends. I've finally sold some books (yay!) and well, when I stop to think, to breathe, to listen, I am definitely a lucky girl.
But there are times when I just need to turn off, and, like a computer that's been on for too long, reboot.
Much like Snickers, my cat, seems to do every day of her life. I love this little creature--she's the dog I've never had, my "child" so to speak (as I don't have kids) and she's ALWAYS there. We adopted her from my cousins when they moved to Arizona. We quickly learned why Val would sing "Me & My Shadow" whenever they were home. Snickers is a hover cat. The suction cup Garfield to my windshield...and there are days I don't know what I'd do without her.
Ah, the life of a cat seems so incredibly tempting. Had I magical powers a la Professor McGonagall from Harry Potter, I'd love to transfigure myself into one. They live in an eternal state of rebooting (when they aren't demanding to be fed or, in Snickers's case, petted). Cats (and I say cats because other than a goldfish when I was six, I've only owned felines), have a way of reminding you not to take life so seriously. That purring sound just sinks into me to comfort me and is much less calorie laden than a pot of mac and cheese. I've taken to picking her up at times just to have her paws drape over my shoulder and feel her nudge my chin with the top of her head, as if to say "I know. Life as a human can be hard. But I love you" only to be subsequently headbutted to the point of concussion as she demands, "Now where's my dinner?"
This was supposed to be a blog about the books I go to when I need a creative recharge, when I need to remind myself of why I write, why it's important I write--and why I HAVE to write. But I think I shall save that for my next outing here at the Heartwarming blog and just express my gratitude that comes with owning a pet. Whatever animal you have...if you have one...I hope he or she is as fulfilling (although perhaps not as irritating when it comes to hogging the bed) as Snickers. Darling, meowling snuggly Snickers who is sitting at my arm as I write this, an odd smile on her face, as if she can read every word I'm typing.
That's right, Snickers. It's all about you.
As it should be.
Now let's hear about you and your fabulous animal friends (currently or from the past)--and if you don't have one, I'm thinking about renting Snickers out :)
Happy almost weekend everyone.