A new love has come into my life. Might have been nice if it had been a man (maybe… that’s another post * I mean, I’m not anti-man or anything * it’s just that I keep forgetting to seek out people to date * shit, I’m getting off track) but nope… it’s a dog. I met her months before… a happy, healthy sweetheart of girl prancing opposite my fence line wanting very much to play with my dogs. Continue reading
They – the people who perpetuate stuff like this – say that whatever you’re doing at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve is what you’ll be doing the rest of the year. I’m sure they didn’t mean this literally but instead as a suggestion to be doing something you want to be doing as you ring in a new year. So, here I am, sitting at my computer, writing a little something that may or may not be read by another living soul but that doesn’t matter one damn bit to me. I like writing. I like sharing what I think about what is going on around me. I like looking at my thoughts on a page – perspective is offered. Continue reading
One of my favorite podcasts is The Good Life Project, created by Jonathon Fields. I love hearing about people I would otherwise never know about like Tina Roth Eisenberg, a successful entrepreneur who makes fun a priority and does all kinds of neat, cool things to delight her customers. This was straight on the heels of a conversation I had with a friend about his job. And a comment I heard from my boss that suggested that he might like one way of making money over another. All of this made me wonder, why is some work considered fun and other work considered awful? Boring? Soul sucking? (That sounds kinda painful.)
Settle in and pour a glass. I got wordy on this one…
I am at a point in my life where I am really diving into all aspects of my creativity. I’ve dabbled. Now I’m diving. I feel sorta like the young 20-something in art school, trying all the things until my voice, my particular style and my methods come together to form my own brand of creative expression. Except I’m a 40-something and I’m piecing my “art school” education together via online classes, books, observation and life experience. Why didn’t I do this when I was actually in my twenties? Hell, why does anybody wait or hold back? I had my reasons and they made me who I am. So I can handle starting brand new things even while “the voices” whisper awful things like it’s too late for me. I know enough now to call bullshit on “the voices”. Continue reading
I love Brené Brown, author of Daring Greatly and The Gifts of Imperfection, etc. She’s from Texas (which tells you so much, right there). She is so much spunk mixed in with a high degree of intellect plus a wicked sense of humor. I bet she could make the most boring research topics the most fun things to listen to. I clicked to a talk of hers shared on Facebook today and it featured her core research topic, vulnerability, and how it related to creativity. It got me thinking about how her research plays in with Continue reading
Watch this video of Philip Seymour Hoffman. He was proud of himself. He was a man in possession of the rare knowledge that the work he had done made an impact. Few get to experience that at the level he did.
Yet he died of a heroin overdose with a needle hanging out of his arm.
It’s been a little bit since I won NaNoWriMo with my word count of 50,359. I still have two or three (?) more chapters to finish my book but I will finish it. I’ve lost a little momentum due to life making writing difficult to prioritize… and there!… Did you see that?! How I tried to blame life for not writing? That is probably the number one benefit to doing NaNo. Writing WAS the priority. I could have written over the last few weeks. I chose not to. Continue reading
I did something really dumb yesterday evening. I heard the Christmas parade going on a few blocks from my house and I wanted to go. It was a strange 70ish° in December and I chose to ditch the opportunity to stand in the warmth and watch various Christmas scenes roll slowly by. Instead, I went to get dog food and pizza. It wasn’t even good pizza. Good dog food though, ’cause I love those guys. Why did I do something so foolish? Because I was feeling a little blue about the holidays. It was a temporary sadness; One that shouldn’t have been ignored. Ignoring feelings is never such a great idea. But since it had to do with this odd perception that I was missing out, choosing not to go was a silly choice. It wasn’t the one that would have made me smile. So, next time I feel like going somewhere and doing something, I am going to do it. Seems to me that a life well lived won’t get lived well unless I live it that way. Simple stuff. It’s always the simple stuff.