No, I’m not having a midlife crisis. Definitely not. A crisis is a time of intense difficulty, trouble, or danger (according to Merriam Webster). This is none of those things.
I’m planning a midlife adventure, hopefully one of many adventures to come as I get older and older. I’m running away to Italy for a flash fiction writers’ retreat, just for a week, in May. Why did I decide to do this thing, you may ask?
Let me explain. I’m kind of strange about New Year’s Resolutions. I don’t like to make them. I believe if you are truly resolved to do something, you won’t wait until the calendar strikes January first. But at a networking meeting recently, I was asked about my intention for 2019 or my one word for the year. (I’ve been hanging out with some cool, entrepreneurial women as of late.)
I couldn’t quite put it in one word. Reluctantly, I said my intention was, “To stay out of my comfort zone.” I’d like to challenge myself to take risks, try new things and do what scares me, so I can keep growing both personally and professionally.
And then out of the blue, two different people suggested I do a vision board, putting pictures to the life I want. Someone I admire keeps her vision in the bathroom so she never loses sight of it and is constantly reminded of her goals. I liked that idea, but it also kind of stumped me.
I was flummoxed. What on Earth would I put on it? I’m content and happy with my life as it is, right? I am actually really happy with my life. I have a super awesome family with an adorable hubby and nine-year-old daughter. I work in publishing at a great company (My Word Publishing), and do consulting and editing. It’s my dream job. I play with other people’s books and help them tell their stories. And on the side, I teach skiing in the mountains, which is amazing!
I’m living my dreams, except for one small problem:
I’m not writing.
Writing is extremely important to me. It feeds my soul. Forgive the terrible cliché, but it’s true. It makes me happy. So why am I not doing it? Like all great loves, it’s complicated. But I do know I should do something about it.
So I took drastic action. I signed up for this flash fiction writer’s retreat in Casperia, Italy, in May with some amazing writers.
I’ll be traveling there by myself. I know it’s silly, but this scares me. I haven’t done an international trip by myself for years. I don’t know anything about Italy or its culture. I don’t speak Italian. But I do know this trip will kill three birds with one stone:
I can cross Italy off my bucket list, refocus on my writing, And get the hell out of my comfort zone.
Take that, 2019.
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