The blog post before this also alluded to being yourself and not writing for other people's expectations. I even had a conversation about this with an author friend of mine during dinner. We discussed how it wouldn't be terribly difficult to pound out something that follows the trends of the market, but how authentic would that be? Would the story resonate or fall flat because what's being created is not something that inspired us? Instead, it would be something our author personae would wear to be trendy, kind of like the Girbaud jeans all the cool kids were wearing in high school that I never had. Man, I'm glad my parents never bought me an overpriced pair!
As the fall winds blow and my kids stand outside for their morning bus ride to school, I'll take the time to enjoy the moment. The winds blow forward and backwards, as I easily recall my own nervousness and excitement at a new school year. Time gives me a new perception on myself and my children. Time holds my hand and helps me move forward with my head held high.
I think the more authentic you are in life, the easier it is to savor time. I hope this idea will ferment in your heart and flow through your days. Take a deep breath, sit back, and enjoy the story of your life as the pages unfold. Its quite a good tale, wouldn't you say?