I’m going to continue my “sabbatical” from blogging, but I’m not sure for how much longer. I’ll be back at some point though, I promise.
I’m going to continue my “sabbatical” from blogging, but I’m not sure for how much longer. I’ll be back at some point though, I promise.
I know I definitely want to keep doing this, but at the same time I also know I need to find a clearer direction and purpose to keep me excited about it.
So what do I do now ? And more specifically, what do I write about now that I’ve already thoroughly documented and given voice to my struggles and my pain?
I am life, that’s what I am, it’s as simple as that. I’m the force of life incarnate. But not just in human form, in my human form.
Something magical happened, and it clicked quite recently. I began feeling proud of those things that once caused me so much shame. I realized deep down with all of my heart that I’m a good person, that I love who I am.
Adventure stirs my soul, it inspires me, it makes me feel excited to be alive.
Saturday evenings are so untainted (relatively speaking) by the rat race that I can take a moment to look out upon my life and think about it in a “purer” way, a more “objective” way.
The first time I heard Nirvana stopped me dead in my tracks. It was perfect and I loved it in an instant.
I want to carry no more than a reasonable load in 2024 so that I have all the energy I need to love the wonderful people in my life and be loved by them.
As much as I’d love all people, myself included, to always be the best and most generous version of themselves, what I want even more is for everyone to stop being mean.
With balance, the many aspects of our lives are in harmony with one another.
I built this. We built this. Each project now represents a moment in our lives. It’s our outdoor living room, but it’s also a gallery of our family projects. The blowing wind and falling leaves are filled with memories.
Aba was dead set on feeding us, always. It just bothered her to think her grandsons had any open space in their stomachs.
I can still see (and feel) Eric’s smile so clearly. It was gigantic, almost cartoonish, his lips and cheeks filling to the brim with delight, straining to contain his immense energy, on the verge of exploding with joy.
I just posted my second story on Medium and I’m excited about it. It feels good to put myself out there more, and it feels even better to really like the story I’m sharing.
Going slow is oftentimes the key to doing something consistently, or well, or enjoyably, or in some cases all of the above.
A waterlogged tree trunk can’t be wrung out like a towel. It might take days or weeks in the sun to dry out. It takes it’s own time and the weather also has to cooperate.
The drive to win can propel us to be our best, and it can make things more fun too. But I also think it’s gone too far, at times way too far.