My sweet baby boy has a new phrase that cracks me up:
The first time I heard it he had spilled a cup of Goldfish down the stairs.
But now it's been adopted for lots of things.
Drop a toy?
Trip on the coffee table?
When I ask him, "Did you go poop?"
You get the picture. And now I have a little Ahhh shoot myself.
Am I going to the 2012 Storymakers Conference?
I know, I know. I PROMISED this was the year. I put it in my goals. I put it in my budget. I put it in the pre-planned-2012-babysitters-calendar. (Just kidding I'm not even close to that organized). But alas...
It's a no-go for me. And you want to know why? Of course you do!
Because my best friend moved to Denver in September and I was faced with this: go visit her for a weekend or go to a writing conference for a weekend. Both trips aren't in the budget for us college-student-salary-type folk (plus there is a big secret trip for the whole fam planned in the Spring that really eats up the budget). In the end it was a tough decision, but not that tough.
Go ahead, shake your head in disgust. Say I'm not taking my craft seriously. Say I'm not dedicated enough. Say what you want, I suppose.
I'm taking LIFE very seriously, which is exactly why I had to pick my Shalie.
Here is a picture of us in Boulder this weekend. It was so, much, fun.
AND HERE IS TO HOPING I SEE YOU AT THE 2013 CONFERENCE!!!
Have you ever made choices between family/friends and writing? Do you feel good about the choices you've made?