I enjoy people and relationships, but the truth is, I’m an introvert. There’s nothing wrong with me or the people I enjoy, but I must achieve a balance in order to be restored into the better, relaxed version of myself. So, even though it’s hard to carve out, I find a moment to spend some time alone. I think, I breathe, I pray, I veg.
And afterwards, like a small child after a nap, I metamorpho-size into a more relaxed version of myself, and then, I can then give of myself to others.
Our purpose as humans (in my humble, albeit introverted opinion) is to give of ourselves to others. Day by day, we flit by in the lives of others, a small interruption into the daily routines of others and we have a choice. We can be a warm, loving, compassionate person or we can be the opposite, bitchy, critical, angry, or bitter. (among other things).
Though I have bad days, I (try) to choose the former because, I’ve seen what happens afterwards… lines on a face smooth out, the downward pull on the mouth straightens, even at times, lips lift and smile. The light in the eyes (no matter the age) ignite. And these small observances create in me hope and possibility and even a bit of optimism.
Try this, be observant. You can see it happen if you’re looking. Choose to give your best self to others. Let me know how it goes.
Today, I’m trying to embrace the fact that I woke up and got up at a painful 6 a.m and took some time to just be. I needed it and I needed to write or at least feel like I’m writing. 😉
I don’t often wish this happened more often because I enjoy sleep, but the quiet I seem to need lately happens at these awful times. The early morning sounds, the smell of the plants wafting into the windows, the faraway sound of the highway (really?), and the birds chirping (minus loud crows).
It’s what my soul craves.
This morning, I’m also thinking about how much I enjoy having grown kids. It’s exciting to watch them become young adults and make their way in the world. There’s no school supply shopping, no thoughts of making lunches nor jumping quickly into vehicles and joining the procession of hurrying vehicles.
Thinking about those days makes me tired, but I admit, there are parts of that season I miss also.
So, if you run into me and wonder what I’ve been doing lately, I’m just focusing time and energy into my marriage, my grown kids and working. Though I have creativity in my being, participating in it fluctuates, but it’s okay, I’ve learned by now, creativity comes in waves and I don’t need to stress that I’ve lost who I am or that I’ve betrayed my soul.
Was it last Friday I posted? Wow, these days are literally just flying off the calendar at record speed. The back to school stuff is only the beginning and I’m bracing myself for the deluge of what follows.
Today, I want to write something that I enjoy about writing. I enjoy creating make believe worlds. It makes sense why I loved (as a kid) Felix the Cat and his magic bag of tricks. He could make anything! Well, I don’t have a magic bag of tricks, but I have the knack for imagination. All I have to do is think of things outside of their norm among other things. Later, I use my fingers (my magic wands 😉 and wala! It’s a sort of grown up make-believe game.
And here’s an interesting happening: I recently got a part-time job and though it requires quite a bit of concentration, there are brief periods of stagnant time in which I play mind-make-believe. This kind of game usually happens while I do chores, cook, laundry and such, but now also at this job.
A writer’s everyday experience is not wasted time. Basically, it’s hands-on research.
That’s it for now.
With the recent tragic events of late, I find myself with very few words to share these days. I would like to be the voice of encouragement, but I do that better with pictures. I feel the need for a National Day or weeks of mourning.
But, just as we begin to put our hands together to pray, another awful thing happens. I don’t know any of the people that have been tragically killed, but I still feel for and think about them and the families they’ve left behind and the time. May God have mercy on them and us all.
Lately, I feel as if a cat not only has my tongue, but the neurons attached to it that lead to the part of the brain where words are formulated! It sucks, too, since I call myself a writer. But, I refuse to call it writer’s block, that sounds so, well, easy or typical. I don’t think that’s true for me. I have plenty of words, opinions and ideas, but, I don’t always sit at my laptop and spew them all out.
I think I’ll just invent a new term. I think what I experience is a sort of writer’s hibernation phase.
What is W.H.P? (Writer’s Hibernation Phase) Well, it’s when you reach a certain age and the neurons in your brain have to realign themselves due to so much data exposure.
In other words, not all things slow down with age, actually, I believe things neurologically speaking, speed up. But, on the surface, it may appear to slow. But in reality, the older brain is sifting through data at rapid rates trying to sort through the many ideas, concepts, principles, etc. to let go of and which new input to adopt.
How’s that for a theory? 😉
Enjoy the weekend amigos!
When I write, it’s because I lose faith in the ability for me to communicate, especially to those I love the most.
When I write, it’s because I have time to formulate and compose.
When I write, it’s because I have failed in some way, I write it’s because I’m trying to redeem myself.
When I write, it’s because I’ve exposed myself with words and I’m trying to cover the truth or trying (in hope) to expose a greater truth.
I write because it reveals truth and it is the truth that will set us free.
I write to be free.
Whoever added Chocolate to a cereal I hadn’t bought prior, thanks. It’s pretty darn tasty. And the amount of chocolate is generous. Good job!!
At times I wake up and don’t feel like having my usual fruit/veg smoothie or oatmeal, so this is what I have. I’ve been known on occasion to even eat cereal for lunch.
Okay, enough of my eating habits. I want to update and say that we’re mostly moved in. Now, it’s not time for a party by any means, but the place is coming together. I still like it, but the honeymoon period is over. The good news is that my husband and I can make any place feel a bit better with ALL the artwork we own. The bad news: My husband and I may need to open up a gallery of some sort at some point. We have too many items and not enough walls!!
I’m gonna switch the subject and take a moment for the artist in me to vent:
I have this perpetual itch to create something! I’m looking around at our stuff, art supplies, sketch journals, thousands of pens, markers, etc. and it’s just driving me crazy!
Okay, that’s enough, I could go on, and I know the answer is to just do it! And I will. If you’ve moved enough times, you know how disruptive and irritating it can be to creative juices. I feel like a can of soda that’s been shaken with no release for the pressure.
So, if you come across me and see the “resting bitch face”, well, it may be a real bitch face. You’ve been warned. 😉
~Peace …I seek thee…
I’m taking a moment on a blustery Friday night here in Washington to say hello to my old friend, my blog. Hello!
So, the latest. I’ve submitted my story for a contest today. I was reminded by a fellow writer about today’s deadline and so I submitted it just hours ago!
It’s a bit crazy, but I felt the story, if not myself deserved it. I like my story and I suspect others could like it and if an agent could read it, then maybe they would see the promise in it.
I’ve been busy setting up a tutoring business and so I’ve not written much and just nearly missed this contest.
Anyway, that’s it. On other news which isn’t as good is I’m also busy getting ready to move. My husband and I have loved the house we’re in and the owners have decided to sell it. So, we must leave to find other roads to stomp on…but, some things remain the same and for that, I’m grateful.
Soooo, the interesting things of late…
I’ve recently discovered that I’m very much the fan of humorous and fashion blogs alike. I read them, skim them, and I come away with a smile on my face, so thank you to recent followers who have such blogs. I need them and so do many others. Keep at it!
Next, update on the writing class…pretty much, the teacher has challenged me so much, that I’m secretly trying to write a whole other story in my head because I’m beginning to dislike the story that I’m almost finished with, no joke!
However, she warns of such a phase and to push through it. Great, (I think) Of course, finish what you start. And I will….(I think)
That’s the update for now.
It was only Monday that I was tooting my own horn, right? Don’t worry, after my second writing class, I was put in my place! There I sat with 20 or so other writers and yes, the room was quiet. We were all getting mesmerized and high on 3 hours of vital information for writing our prospective novels. I think I blew a few gaskets in my brain trying to absorb and process the writing craft. When it was all said and done, I will probably be rewriting for a while, but I’m not regretting the investment I’ve made in this class, on the contrary, after only two classes, I’ve gone from hopeful to completing this novel, to determined. Even if it takes longer than I expected.