Keeping My Word in a Taco Bell Parking Lot

It is after 11:00 PM.  I have had a very full day and just got out of a seminar.  In order to complete my writing agreement before midnight, I am sitting in a parking lot at a Taco Bell, composing this post on my phone.  I have 15 minutes to complete my agreement for the day and was struggling to come up with an idea for a quick post after a long day.  It then occurred to me that when I am determined to keep my word, I can find a way to do just about anything.  So I will complete this post and then drive home… After I have a taco or two.

Because I Said I Would

Some days it is very easy to get my blog post done.  Everything goes as planned.  I’m not too busy.  The stars are aligned just right.  I am feeling creative and the words just flow into the text box.

Other days it seems nothing plays out the way I imagined it would.  I have way too many things on my plate.  My horoscope hints of impending doom.  My cursor blinks, like the patting of a foot, awaiting the formulation of a thought.

Although today isn’t quite the latter scenario, it certainly isn’t the former either.  But the bottom line is that I have made a commitment to myself.  And one of the things I am working on is honoring my word.  So tonight, at the end of a busy day, without a lot to say, I am writing this post… not because I have some wisdom to impart or because something bad will happen if I don’t, but because I said I would.

 

Happy Birthday, Suzanne!

I attended service at the spiritual center to which I belong this morning.  Then we celebrated my sister’s 31st birthday with lunch at a Mexican restaurant.  I then spent some time with my two oldest children, their spouses, and my granddaughter.  Beyond that, I have been writing the better part of the day, either in my head or on the keyboard.  So this is the extent of my post today:  Happy Birthday, Suzanne!  

(Incidentally, I am inspired to write about my family and how we celebrate every chance we get… and how I learned that my grandfather was always hoping someone would marry so there would be a party and he could dance… but I’m too tired… perhaps later this week.)  The photo is completely unrelated, but I thought it would complement my sister’s birthday wish.  Suzanne, I hope you got some rest this cloudy afternoon.

My oldest son brought me this Easter lily last Sunday.

My oldest son brought me this Easter lily last Sunday.

 

Frustrated!

I just spent a significant amount of time drafting a post about an incident that occurred yesterday.  I had been reading another blogger’s tips and was inspired to write this post rather than “saving it for later.”  Because I had forgotten to create a password for the two-step authentication security setting on my WordPress app on my phone, I hit “save draft,” and “poof!” it was gone.  I tried hitting the back arrow and hoped it would have saved the draft somewhere.  No such luck.  Well, it is nearly 11:00 PM on Easter Sunday.  I have iPhoneography tomorrow (3rd Monday of the month is black-and-white… my favorite), so I will not be rewriting the post until Tuesday.  In the meantime I will be working on the two-step authentication issue.  Aaarrrggghhh!!!

Simply Keeping My Commitment

I guess I am catching up from an emotional weekend, as I scraped myself out of bed at 10:00 this morning.  I managed to get caught up on some email and sort of cook dinner (tuna salad sandwiches and soup).  I helped my son with homework and here I am, at the end of the day, keeping my blogging commitment.  I still haven’t completely unpacked my suitcase, but I hope to get it done before bed.  Oh, and I need to take a shower… if I want to sleep in bed tonight.

Incidentally, I am taking part in a blogging challenge (which began today) to continue growing and improving my blog.  I said I was not going to share my goals publicly, but I am going to be getting those goals written down for myself tonight.  So you will hopefully notice some improvements in the next couple of weeks.  For tonight, I am simply keeping my commitment to write.

 

 

 

 

Writer’s Plight

As the day comes to a close,

I try to come up with some poetry or prose.

Trying to think of something witty,

but the words just aren’t there… it’s such a pity.

So I guess I’ll retire for the night…

get some much needed rest for this writer’s plight.

And tomorrow I will try again,

to come up with something interesting to pen.

 

 

 

Under the Wire

I am just getting around to my post today, and it is 11:21 P.M.  I don’t like putting things off until the last minute, but I am getting it done nonetheless.  I have not been able to get myself back into a routine, so I am flying by the seat of my pants most of the time.  This is very disconcerting for someone who used to be up at 4:00 A.M. so I could exercise for an hour and meditate before work.  Now I am lucky if I get both of these done on any given day.

The important thing today is that I kept my commitment to write.

Blogging and Mental Health

I’ve tried to keep my blog posts as positive as I possibly can since my accident back in November.  Unfortunately, the denial of my own fears and anxieties has only allowed them to incubate.  So it is likely I will posting some more transparent posts, at least for the next week.  I have been tasked with recording what I am actually thinking and feeling.  While I won’t do all of that here, I will be processing those thoughts and feelings so they will likely come out in my writing.

Part of the reason I blog in the first place is because it is therapeutic.  I respect and admire other bloggers who bare their souls on the page.  I feel their brutal honesty is as helpful to others as it is for themselves.  So as I embark on my journey into the belly of the beast, I am reminded of a couple of bloggers whose writings have been helpful to me.

When I first came back to blogging, I stumbled across SchizoIncognito.com.  The tagline, “the incoherent ramblings of a mentally ill writer and blogger” is witty.  I assure you the blogger who refers to himself as “the Schizo” does anything but incoherently ramble.  He is open, honest, and gives voice to those, like himself, who struggle with mental illness.  He gives me the courage to say out loud that I am a person who struggles with anxiety and Acute Stress Disorder, and who is facing a possible Post Traumatic Stress Disorder diagnosis.

More recently, I happened upon teddylee’sblog.  Teddy talks openly about abuse and it’s effects.  He openly processes his childhood out in blogosphere, for the whole world to read.  He speaks plainly and truthfully.  I cannot help but admire his bravery.  In spite of his childhood experiences, and seemingly rough exterior, he has a sweet spirit that comes through in his writing.  He gives me hope that I can let go of past experiences that haunt me.  He also reminds me that those past experiences have helped shape who I have become… and I am okay with that (I actually like who I am now).

So this week, as I begin to record those thoughts and feelings that I would much prefer to avoid, please forgive me in advance if some of it oozes out onto my blog.  Better yet, I hope someone out there will find it beneficial, just as I have found the two blogs mentioned here to be.

Blogging: Gateway to Books

As a result of writing daily, I have come to the conclusion that it is time to start that book.  (I actually have a few partially written books in my head, so I just need to get them “on paper” and completed.)  My daily posts aren’t enough to satisfy my writing addiction anymore.  So today’s post is brief, so I can begin working on my outline.  [There!  I said it.  Now I have to do it.]