After speaking of dormancy in last week’s post, I didn’t know I’d portend my own fate. I’ve been so ill and mostly in bed, going on 6 days. I did get out yesterday to see a movie, Darkest Hour, about Winston Churchill’s first days as Prime Minister. Really enjoyed it. Worth reading: What’s Fact, What’s Fiction in Darkest Hour? I then went out to dinner, which was probably pushing it. I slept awfully, woke to no voice, and feel worse for having tried to participate with the living. Unfortunately, I have to return to work tomorrow.
I have been writing in this space for nine years. Of course, I’ve only gotten deliberate about judiciously posting in the last three to four. There have been numerous times I’ve gone to post something and recognized the redundancy, felt tired out by my own thoughts. The upside to this observation is at least I’m consistent. The downside depresses me with the feeling that I may be speaking into an ether, or even worse, spitting in the wind. Considering the internet blogging space has only gotten busier and louder, I wonder where I fit in; if I do at all, really. As much as I do have a unique voice, it isn’t particularly remarkable. This is exactly what writing is, finding the right words; sifting through the metaphorical rubble to prose-up a hidden … Read More
Last week, the cold tried to hurt my face. There’s a walkway I cross in the morning between the parking garage and my office building; for these 10 seconds I hate everything! I am grateful to live in Dallas, where we are now back to a few days of reprieve, of 50 or 61* F to gather some fortitude before the next very temporary cold spell. We survive with understanding ‘this too shall pass.’ I bought a balloon, but in yesterday’s warmth and distracted passenger conversation, I opened up the sunroof while driving and it flew away. Didn’t even think! Maybe someone else somewhere else needed to be told to GET WELL I also pulled over and got out, without needing to … Read More
In which I didn’t really read; but I did a lot of listening. I cover a few podcasts and the one book that is nearly done but took the bulk of my month. The month’s reflection was written under my personal admonition to tie up loose ends before plunging too far ahead. Books of December
Is it fluff and clouds to daydream and eagerly anticipate under the influence of New Year’s champagne? Something about it and birth day reflections pull us into ourselves, manifest a cliché we hate to acknowledge. A chance to recalibrate. There is a sincere honesty when we are being most hopeful; an aspiration towards our better selves. I’m not setting nor seeking resolutions. I have enough issues with overcommitment. I am recognizing circumstances, I am recognizing my behavior in accordance with them… on writing Ad nauseam within this space, I seem to yearly reflect on what kind of writer I want to be; which always comes back to how much I want to express. When you are distressed by an external … Read More