this year, i challenged myself. i said to myself that i was going to dedicate more time to writing than i had in the past....
unfortunately, this year has also been one of challenges. and i have had some road blocks in the way of the promises that i looked in the mirror and said out loud to myself. health. heart. career. health again. but they are all things that will continue to be in the way... and things that i have started to acknowledge that i can either stop, and look at, or tie up my hiking boots, and climb on over.
so. this year. i write. i've started a 365 day writing project.... and to share, some excerpts.
"i prepared for leaving. the same way i prepared to arrive. i packed my bags. with everything i thought i may need. this time around. the tangible things. the things that i thought made me whole. i forgot what i was missing. (i guess i wouldn’t be missing it. if i hadn’t forgotten it. would I?). the parts that i needed. that we needed. those were the important things. the things that wouldn’t fit in my suitcase. and four boxes. they were the things like trust. and if i was really being honest with myself. love." day 44
"when she grew older | she thought about those things | those things that had worn her out | the things that coloured her disposition | and she wondered what it may have been like | had she been like the rest of them | the rest of the innocents | the ones with eyes that gave way to fresh and unspoiled souls | and she wondered what it would mean | would she ever be like them | did she ever want to be" day 36
"looking over that space | the empty land | with sporadic trees and gauzy sky | i saw what we were supposed to see | a clear sky | but with hints of reality | hints of the fogginess that clouded our thoughts | the cloudiness that ensured we had few moments of clarity | to enable that process | for ourselves | if we had that | if we really did | we’d see a wide open space | and to be clear | or honest | or whatever make the most sense | i’m not sure any of us would want that | would want that clarity | because it was all too honest | in the end." day 22
"she woke up | and stared at the ceiling for a while | looked at the specks in the ceiling where she had once used pushpins as stars | creating constellations | pretending it was the galaxy she saw above her | and not the white plaster ceiling | that she was bound to | she blinked twice | and focused on the space where the ceiling and the wall meet one another | cordially | as though they knew each other but had no interest in conversation | she lifted her arm | almost without the awareness that she was doing so | and traced the line | until her arm relieved her of the duty | when it became too heavy with the strain | the strain of responsibility and routine" day 19
"when he wrote, he wrote in one sitting | he had a penchant for the flow of writing that felt as though | it moved from brainwave to mouth to hand to paper | as though nothing in between | and when she read it, it was as though she would know what sparked his imagination | what made the tears fall | what worked to block him from the world she wanted to be part of | unlike her, he was content in his world | the world that played like a 35 mm projector on an old curtain in his mom’s living room | darkened, grainy, hazy, and echoed in sentiments of only what they chose to capture on that day in july | september | february 23rd." day 4
unfortunately, this year has also been one of challenges. and i have had some road blocks in the way of the promises that i looked in the mirror and said out loud to myself. health. heart. career. health again. but they are all things that will continue to be in the way... and things that i have started to acknowledge that i can either stop, and look at, or tie up my hiking boots, and climb on over.
so. this year. i write. i've started a 365 day writing project.... and to share, some excerpts.
check the whole story out.... here.