We all have projects and hobbies that we've put to the wayside. Maybe it was life events and circumstances for you. Maybe it was conditioned thinking that no hobby is worth pursuing if you cannot monetize it. But what if we push back against this? Gather the courage and audacity to try and try again.
I'm not a New Year's resolution person. You won't see me making promises to lose weight or learn another language. I prefer to move into the new year with simple intentions that I can incorporate into my life. Here are the two intentions I will carry into 2021 and beyond.
As this year comes to a close, I reflect on the realizations that were birthed from the inner work I've done. Some of these things seem odd or obvious. However, their impact on my life is more apparent.
Hindsight may be 2020 but that doesn't mean we didn't have a few bright spots along the way. Between published works, conquering challenges, and rediscovering pleasures, it's likely that 2020 needed to happen as it did to allow you and I to really take a look at our reality for what it truly is.
The clock tower was the highest point of the entire of Halwood. It had the perfect vantage point to photograph the dawn over the sleeping town. It was also the perfect time to climb it to avoid trouble with Sheriff Nealy.
I've a little sister. A curious bug if ever, always asking me a multitude of questions during every phone call. Sometimes I know the answer. (What's an amoeba? Oh a single cell organism found in wet environments.) Other times I'm left scratching my head and wanting to know the answer too. (Why does everyone respect … Continue reading 5 Questions to Ask After Finishing Your First Draft
One moment, please. I need to get rid of the cobwebs and dust that have settled in the lounge since my unexpected hiatus... About an hour later... So hello, hi. Sorry for the wait. You wouldn't believe the year I had since this blog went dead. I feel like Dr. Frankenstein whenever I resurrect this … Continue reading 16 Months and a Cat Later…
Sun rays barely peeked over the horizon when I awakened to a new day. A steady breeze rustled the leaves of the tree by the bedroom window. Nary a cloud in sight in the foreground of a blue sky. I closed my eyes, taking in the quiet and stillness of the morning for a moment … Continue reading The Art of Existing
