Tonight, I’m sitting on my parents’ lanai in Florida, watching the sun set behind the tall palm trees edging the golf course. I can’t believe it’s been exactly a year since I started writing, a year in which my life has dramatically changed.
Last year at this time, I was also visiting my parents in Florida. The idea of writing a book had been floating in the back of my consciousness for a while. For several weeks, I’d been visualizing a scene of a boy and girl dancing in her bedroom. It kept playing over and over in my mind until suddenly I realized he wasn’t a boy at all. At once, the story downloaded into my brain like a DVD from iTunes. My family went on a dolphin watching expedition while I stayed at the pool and wrote the outline for a paranormal book. I used the pool as the setting for the opening scene.
Since then, I’ve edited out that scene and that’s not the only thing that’s changed. A couple months after I began writing, I stopped writing my paranormal book to begin writing what became my first published book. Like before, the entire book downloaded into my head and I stayed behind as my family went into the movie theater to watch a documentary about primates. Two months later, I finished writing A Year to Remember.
I discovered this week that the Detroit Jewish News is going to write an article about me. Initially, it was going to be a small book review. Instead, it’s going to be about my own recovery from food addiction and how it led me to write the book. Generally, membership in a twelve-step program is anonymous. In writing this book and sharing my personal struggles with compulsive overeating, I’ve irrevocably broken my anonymity.
I truly feel as though my higher power sent me on this journey. I’m still learning how not to question my path and to trust that wherever it leads, it’s the right one.
I’m grateful for the friends I’ve made this year, the wisdom I’ve gained, and the discovery that I have much more to learn. In one year, my life has changed for the better. It’s been A Year to Remember.