It does. It’s not “if,” it’s “when.” Life interferes with EVERYTHING from time to time. For example, I was planning on writing so many things on this blog for the past month. And then we had to move, kind of suddenly, to a temporary apartment on the third floor of a friend’s parents’ house in the suburbs, and the two-day move stretched into five days, and Mr. S got an interview in Rhode Island, and Labor Day weekend family visits happened, and now here we are, just over two weeks from the ALTA Conference in Rochester, and I’ve just finished my to-do list to prepare for the conference, and we’re trying to figure out which boxes we should be unpacking so we can actually live a normal life and which we should just leave in storage.
And yet, through all of that, I’ve been working. I’ve taken my paying jobs, and I’ve done some volunteer work for my favorite NGO in Switzerland, and I’ve even started a new pet project (it’s a French comic book about an awesome cross-dressing heroine who can win knife and gun fights on a merchant ship in the late 18th century, thank you for asking). The conference is coming up so quickly, and I’m so excited about it — I’ve even got a meeting lined up with the adviser for the University of Rochester’s MA in Literary Translation program, which may be my next destination.
Life gets in the way, and pushes you forward at the same time. But only if you work at it.