Fight, Flight or Write

If you know anything about psychology, you know that as humans, we are have an innate "fight or flight" response that's embedded deep within ourselves. When something puts our emotions into overdrive, we either want to run far, far away, or we want to stay and fight. We can't control it. It's real. It's serious. It's proven.

For some of us, our response goes beyond that. For some of us, we write.

Our heads swirl, our emotions run high, and the only reasonable thing that we can do is take to the keyboard and get everything we are feeling down on paper. Call it a coping strategy, if you will. I am one of those people. 

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I can't tell you the amount of email drafts I have in my inbox addressed to my husband, never sent, because I had to organize my thoughts on paper before I could organize them in person. I talk in circles, a lot. Sometimes, I was so equally proud of what I wrote and heated about the subject, that I did hit the send button. To my dear husband, my most sincere apologies for these few emails you've received.

So, how do we harness the power of everything we're feeling? How do we turn our emotions into productive conversation? Friends, I have a few tips for you. If you're like me, you probably have some tips to add to the list - so please do!

1. Just write. I'm serious. Whatever you're feeling, get it out. Pretend that the laptop screen is your best friend, and the keys you're frantically typing are the equivalent of the words spewing out of your mouth over margaritas at happy hour to your best girlfriend. She just bought you another round. Get it all out. Even the tough stuff, the stuff you hesitate about writing. Get every last piece out on that screen. And then stop.

2. Put it away. Do not hit that send button. You couldn't anyway, because it's not like you drafted a real email, right? Good. Put it away. What you have just written might be messy, it might be nasty, but I bet getting it out of your insides made you feel better. Close the laptop. Go make some calming tea. Relax. 

3. Review. Review. Review. Somewhere in what you wrote, there's some gold. There's something raw and real and something that you've learned about yourself. Dig. Dig deep. Inside of your newly crafted piece, there's a light bulb just waiting to go off. Find it.

4. Revise and share. Take out all of the bad grammar and the parts of your story that you might be embarrassed to have your grandma read at Thanksgiving in front of a table full of relatives. Soften it up. Use that single light-bulb and turn it into a city full of bright lights. And then, when you're ready, share it with a couple of people who you know, and who you trust. And who you trust will tell you if you've gone off the deep end.

5. Find your media. Post that piece on your blog. Link to it on Facebook, Tweet about it, find a photo that relates and makes you smile, and post that photo to Instagram. Ask friends to share it.  You created something that came from YOU. Be proud.

My first successful piece of writing

was posted on The Huffington Post, and in a week had over 4,500 likes and shares. The reason it was successful is because I just wrote. I put it away. I reviewed it and shared with my tribe, and then I gathered up the gusto to put it out there. And the reason it resonated was because it was real. So, so real.

It's easy to get to step one. It's not so easy to look at your raw emotions in the face and craft them in a way that will resonate with others. If you can do it, I want to read what you've written.

XO

Meagan

Gardening is the worst.

I know, I know. I post a lot about how wonderful and beautiful Lancaster Land is in the spring and summer months. And that time ins here, friends! It is beautiful. The things that grow here are delicious in both smell and taste.

I know. 

I make it sound like we hit the sheets at night, and wake up well rested, to birds chirping and things flowering and everything is just oh-so-natural and happens without effort.

I know. 

I think I owe you an apology. I think I've mislead you. I have recently just cleaned the dirt from underneath my fingernails and gotten the grass stains out of my jeans, and now I sit here, in front of the trusty laptop, wanting to gush about how great everything looks and how easy and fun gardening is around here. But, I just can't. I can't lie to you. Not anymore. The truth is, I think it's the worst but I do it anyway. Because the end result is so worth it.

Blueberries?

I am not one of those people who find gardening an art. I don't look forward to it. I'm happy when it's done, sure, but I don't want to spend hours in the garden and I've never gotten excited about spending an afternoon pulling weeds. And there are so many weeds. So many. 

So before I show you the "after" - I have got to show you the "before" - because until you can appreciate where you've been, there's no way to move forward and appreciate where you're going. 

First I've got to plug

this fancy thing

It's a wacky contraption that you can use to cut into deep roots and also is a handheld rake for easy pulling out of spindly, sticky weeds. It's the best.

And second, wine. Because gardening, as most things, are more enjoyable when you have something to look forward to after, or even during. And I'm a fan of the rose'/working outside combination. So, cheers.

The garden bed (1 of 2) before we weeded it.

Would you guess these are grapes?

Our home is an ongoing, forever changing, hopefully evolving work in progress. That's what Life at Lancaster Land is all about, though. It's about picking up pieces, reclaiming wood, creating a journey without really knowing our destination. The coming months will bring fruitful apple trees, far too many plums, blackberries and then blackberry jam, blueberries, grapes, and so many vegetables from the garden. But, like most things, it takes an undeniable amount of work to get there. That's the lesson.

We've got to make time for things that we don't look forward to. We've got to sometimes prioritize the work before the play. We've got to weed the garden before we can saute the zucchini. We've got to water the plants, pull the weeds, dig the holes, build the jumps, work on the bikes, and the list goes on and on around here. We've got to do the work, because when we do the work, we enjoy the result a lot more. 

XOXO

Meagan

Why I blog


I sit here behind my computer, sun beaming in through the office window. Roscoe's behind me, laying on the rug, panting heavy breaths. Judging by the twitch in his paw, he's dreaming. 

I'm coming up on the one year anniversary of when I launched Life at Lancaster Land and I've been asking myself why. I love my day job, I am in love with my all the time job of being a mom, yet I take to the keyboard on a semi-regular basis to share with the world wide web what's bouncing around in my mind.

The honest answer is easy. I enjoy it. The secondary answer is that in some way, I want to inspire whoever reads my words. Inspire you to act? Sure. Inspire a smile to span your face? You bet. Inspire you to feel that in a dark time, you're not alone? Absolutely. I know that there's probably not a lot of up-front commonalities between me and you. But dig deeper, and we just might be the same. 

Here's an example: my husband is gone all week riding a motorcycle in the Oregon wilderness, trying his best to get lost, and the adventure is being filmed for a big company. Yeah, that's different. But at the core of it is that I'm a working mom, who is married to a man who is gone a lot. I have to shuffle schedules and lean on family and friends, and when he returns later this week, I leave for a work trip so we're juggling and trading and dancing to make everything work. We use whiteboards and calendars and have conversations about our schedules over dinner, making sure that our little girl is in bed by 7:30 and she's cared for the next day. 

Keeping the family on track - this whiteboard saves the day.
A few years back, he was invited to race the Baja 1000, and he left for a month to train and race the race in Mexico. He quit is job to make the trip happen. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. I know, that probably isn't very relatable either, but I'm sure that you've all sacrificed something to help someone else follow their dreams. And you better believe we've learned that dreaming together is a lot of fun.


Joining the Baja 1000 Team in Todos Santos, Mexico

Working for the weekends, making dreams come true. We were babies here in 2013.

So, there's that. That's why I write, but why would you read? Really, beyond my best friends and my mom, why is any of this relevant? 

I read an article awhile ago. I will admit I was spiraling down into a world of blogging advice columns and confusing myself about SEO and feeling pretty frustrated that I wasn't doing the business of blogging right. Because let's be honest, there's a lot to know. But then I read a piece of advice that reassured me. 

Pretend you're sitting across the kitchen table from your average reader. Ask them what they want. Write about that.

I'll continue being personal. I will let you know what my favorite lipstick is, or what primer I used when I refinished our awful office cabinet. (Seriously, it was the best stuff ever but I'll tell you all about that in another post). I'll write about wine and our home projects and our motorhome adventures. I'll talk to you about keeping sane while feeling crazy busy and the tools we use to make it all work. I hope that hits the mark. But, do me a favor. Pretend you're sitting across the kitchen table from me. What else do you want to know? 

XO

Meagan 

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