My personality requires routine in most things, and writing is no exception. While I wanted to participate in the Write 31 challenge – posting something every day for the month of October – I also know my limitations.
I celebrated the deeper conversations #10thingstotellyou prompted, but we can’t always choose our talents.
My extracurriculars finally catching up to me, I slumped on the couch. “What’s this?” she asked, noting my energy level lower than normal.
How do you note the passage of time? Are the candles on your birthday cake enough to give you a sense of the present? Or is it your kiddo’s current grade in school? We do it a bit differently at Camp Fradd.
Jay and I have been celebrating monthiversaries since around the 3-month mark. Is that right? Or did we start before that? I remember clearly our half-yeariversary celebration. Each month he did something special for dinner and bought me a different kind of flower.
This morning, for the first time, I felt truly like I’ve found my way in the writing project I joined earlier in the year.
As a kid, I loved Choose Your Own Adventure Books. Each volume followed a similar format. At the end of each chapter, the author presented the reader with the choice of different paths. Sometimes the choice could lead to certain death, other selections lead to the happy ending.
Seeking to restore my sanity and refocus my thoughts towards writing, I attempt to find a quiet place to write at my local library.
While trying to deal with my rodent phobias earlier in the year, another concern came to mind. If I freak out over something going wrong when my life is mostly good, how will I handle myself when life goes wrong?
Music has played a larger role in my life over the past few months than normal. Like most, I have my favorites, but I’m not the kind to have it playing in the background. I have strong opinions on the songs, and always listen to the lyrics. If the words are less than, I tend to disregard a good beat.