“So what do you do?” the brash young gentleman on my right inquired.
“I am a writer,” I responded
“Do you write every day?”
“Yes, I write most days. I am not an author per say; I am learning the craft of writing.”
“10,000 hours” Bruce Lee comments in my mind
Ten thousand hours of practice to master any art. At my age, 55, writing has become one of my purposes as I journey thru life’s gate into the last third of my life.
“What are you writing” the next question popped from the mouth of a neighboring dinner guest. (more…)
“Life is not a sprint it is a marathon.” I have spent the last year in a place of discovery. Getting know some amazing people and trying to work some unbelievable programs. I have made myself an apprentice to the craft of writing. My fear rages at me like a ragged taskmaster. I will never write the book; I will never start the blog and even if I do, how can I compete with the people who have earned BFA’s, MFA’s, or writer’s who have been writing since they were 8. For 2016, my adventure is to acknowledge my fears, to work beside them, to step forward when all I want to do is stop and give in to my doubt riddled mind. In 2016, I will become a mixologist, creating a soothing tonic for my fears by increasing my daily habits of writing, reading, and meditation practice by 10 minute increments until I have created the perfect potion. 2016 will be a time when all my time spent learning over the last year will meld into my tapestry of life and my anxieties will mellow like a fine old wine. I will become more relaxed in the knowledge I have acquired. Stepping forward my goal is to take my place among other writers. I will be able to talk about books, genre’s, writer’s block, and publishing. To continue to make the commitment to l sit down every day and pound out sentences on the keyboard, to rework them and to PUBLISH them. My 2016 resolution is a commitment to my writing, my meditation, to doing what I can do to help others, to work from sun up to sun down on projects, travel, adventures that spark the joy of life within me. To share all of this with everyone and anyone who will hear me and in turn bring light into the lives of others where darkness may yet reign. I have enjoyed the last few years and the foundations that I have begun to build. I plan to continue to build on those foundations and the communities that have begun to sprout around me. Connections forged. The Good Life Project and all my friends that I have embraced thanks to Jonathan and Stephanie Fields. Tracking Wonder and Jeffrey Davis, who has increased my love for writing, showing me ways to improve it, encouraging me to participate. He continues pushing me to go beyond my fears. Finding me writing partners and supporting me moving through my intimidation. To my group of writers who plied me with encouragement, who did not shy away from my raw writing instead stepped up and gave feedback that helped me improve thrice fold. I have spent my life surviving, raising two lovely daughters and putting them through school. I spent the last couple of years exploring my passions, trekking, writing; I feel grateful to everyone who has participated. In 2016, it is time to build the house on the foundational layer. To continue exploring my creative passions and begin building my brand. It is time to lay down the sword of self-doubt. To embrace my quest with unfettered joy.
What do you need to tell yourself?
“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
So I began my 30-day meditation challenge. Not as a challenge, as an adventure. I have tried meditating before and failed miserably at it. To me meditation was 5 to 10 minutes of dreadful rumination wandering the grey dusty recesses of my mind. I ruminate enough in life without setting time aside to do so, or so I thought. (more…)
I opened the door and stepped into the beautiful warm, breezy San Diego day. I headed down the street with the joyful wonder I experience when I take off on one of my adventures. I turned up the street towards Sunset Cliffs with anticipatory freedom of running along the magnificent crumbly cliffs. (more…)
I began pursuing physical passions that test my endurance, the salt of the earth streaming down my face, a drop rolling to a stop at the corner of my lips, my tongue darting out, snaring it, the texture of the pebbles rolling beneath my tickled feet, immersing myself into my headphones becoming a wavelength in the variable stream of music, the blue intensity of my passion seeping through my entire body. (more…)