The Cycle of Life

The Cycle of Life

Today was another day in what has become my life on repeat. 

I’m sure you know what I mean. It’s the cycle (not the circle) of life. Clean the house today, it’s messy again tomorrow.

Ya know?

So, today… I woke up early, worked in the morning when my babysitter came to look after my kids, got some writing done, went on a hike, did three loads of laundry, made food for the kids and then did SO MANY dishes. The usual. 

And then it was bath time for LM and WP. 

It seems like it’s the end of the day, but not quite. 

At bath time the kids are sleepy and my ability to be Happy Mom is basically diminished. All of us are tired and nobody’s done with their day yet.


Sometimes, when they’re splashing about, I’ll pull up some videos of Daenerys and dragons on YouTube to inspire some thoughts about how to make my dragons more amazing in FREEDOM (my next YA Fantasy book), once I get it back from my editors. I want them to be magic, in the best way. 

But bath time ended, and so did my time to escape into my imagination full of forests, dragons, and magic. 

I was exhausted, but my to do list had not magically disappeared. 

I still had to get the kids ready for bed. 

Clean the house (there were toys everywhere). 

Bake some rolls for tomorrow. 

Fold three loads of laundry.

And for a moment I thought: I just want to sit and watch videos of dragons. 


As I was kneading the dough for the rolls, I asked myself: why do we need to escape?

It’s not that I’m not happy with my life and the mundane chores it entails, because I am. I love my family and all that comes with. I love my job. On a good day I love to bake. 

But there’s something restless amidst these recurring responsibilities. The cycle of life was getting to me. 

Why, though?

I kneaded the dough and wondered for a while. And then it hit me. 
It’s because we’re meant for more. 

We get restless because there is much more that we can do or be. We have this amazing, divine capacity because we are bigger.

Maybe we yearn for more through story, through that escape into magic with dragons, because we are made for more. 

Maybe there’s a part of us that yearns for that when we get stuck. It’s not that we’re not happy, but part of us is recognizing that we are made for bigger things. For endless possibility and promise. For magic. 

We are magic, not mundane. 

(The rolls turned out REALLY well, in case you were wondering.)

Let me know in the comments down below how you infuse your day with a little magic!

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