Yesterday, I did commit to writing every day, so let’s find out what’s on my mind today.
Today, my grandfather would have been 76. He did when I was 8. 25 years ago. If there’s one event that changed (or shaped, if you believe that sort of thing) the course of my life, it was that night. I wrote about it recently, before I switched from paper journaling to electronic. It was so powerful that I literally walked away from the work more than a few times. I never finished, but I must have gotten what I needed from the experience.
Anyway, I used to go to the cemetery every year on his birthday, but I don’t see a need to do that anymore. I’m not sure why, but it doesn’t feel like the right thing to do.
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I’m a writer who can’t write. I’ve been calling myself a writer for years now, but I can’t unlock my creativity. I don’t know if it’s lack of inspiration, or my depression, or a lack of ideas. Or one of a million other things. Whatever it is, I can’t seem to get my words out.
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Lately I’ve been on a quest.
To get out of a rut.
To overcome health challenges.
To find a project that keeps me interested and fulfilled.
To be happy as often as I can.
To accomplish more.
To connect with my friends, family, and the world around me.
To do work that will make a difference and leave a legacy.
Now that’s a lot of stuff for anyone to try and do, I know. (See my earlier post about being too hard on myself.)
I’ve been floundering while deciding what to do with this blog. Today, I made up my mind.
Continue reading “Shifting Gears”
It’s Thanksgiving today. Last night, I finally picked up a pen and started journaling again, for the first time in about a year.
I felt a great calm wash over me a couple days ago, and I’ve decided to write about it. I’m at peace, finally, with one of the most frustrating periods of my life.
Continue reading “Too Hard on Myself”