This has been a difficult month to be a citizen of the world. I don’t think I need to elaborate, and honestly, I don’t want to. When tragedy and injustice strike, I often retreat from life on the interwebs. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s that I feel inadequate to fix what’s broken.
I’m not a first responder. I don’t work in the medical field, I’m not trained in grief counseling, and I can’t fix loopholes in our laws and legal system.
But I can write to my representatives, to my senators, to the president. I can donate to charities. I can give blood.
And because I’m a writer, I can do something else.
I can write romance novels.
Are my books the key to world peace? No. Will they ever win a Nobel prize? No.
But they’re funny. They’re heart-tugging. They’re often tongue-in-cheek. And they always have a happily-ever-after.
My books are an escape. They’re a few hours of relief from the bad. They’re a light in the midst of darkness. They’re hope. They’re belief in a world that can be. They’re love.
And the world needs more love.
So today, my goal is to not just write, but to spread love in other little ways. I’ll hold the door for someone. I’ll let someone in front of me in traffic. I’ll hug my babies extra tight, and SuperHubby too. I’ll remember that all of us are carrying our own burdens, and I’ll strive to have patience. I won’t solve all the world’s problems, but I might be a light in one person’s world.
Life is made of moments. Let’s make ours count.
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Jamie Farrell writes fun contemporary romances with quirky characters and lots of heart. She believes love, laughter, and bacon are the most powerful forces in the universe. A native Midwesterner, Jamie has lived in the South the majority of her adult life. When she’s not writing, she and her military hero husband are busy raising three hilariously unpredictable children.