Journaling in July – Week 5

I’ll be blogging about this journey and sharing on Saturdays with Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 and Beyond and Deb from Deb’s World. I won’t share everything here. Just snippets from the week. Some of what I write is for my eyes only, and besides, you won’t want to read it all anyway. I think it would make for a boring read.

Here’s my final entry to wrap up the month of Journaling in July.

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Day 31 – How has the challenge changed me?

This last day is an easy question to wrap up the month with. Although, I don’t know that I’d say the challenge changed me in this way, as opposed to that it pointed out something that I need to change.

I was excited to see this challenge come up. I’m a firm believer that daily journaling is an asset. Years back, I journaled most mornings. When I regularly write, I find that life flows. I’m more in touch with my true self and the world around me.

Then – life gets busy. I stop and am soon out of the habit. In trying to establish an active and full writing career, along with working a part-time job that turns into a full time whirlwind at holiday times (a greeting card company), this regular habit fell to the wayside about four to five years ago.

Sue’s challenge reminded me of how much I enjoyed having this a part of my daily routine. But through the month, I found that even with the intent to write daily, I still only did it about a third of the month.

What that showed me is that even if there’s something I enjoy, especially something that benefits my life in many ways – that has proved itself to be a benefit to me…I still don’t take the time to ensure that I follow through with it. I’m still not making myself enough of a priority in the 24-hours I have each day. And that I need to change.

Journaling in July – Week 4

Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 and Beyond is hosting a Journaling in July challenge this month. I’m participating with her challenge (mostly – I’ve missed a few days in each week.) She and Deb from Deb’s World are also posting a blog hop on Saturdays, with an overview of the week before. For my Week 4 recap, here’s one of the days I journaled to the prompt ‘My Favorite Season.’

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Day 23 – My Favorite Season

Without a doubt, Spring wins the grand prize as my favorite season. There’s no debate at all. Probably because it’s the exact opposite of The Season-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named. (Winter!)

I don’t like winter. Never have. I don’t like cold or being cold. I don’t like dreary days. I don’t like short days where the sky turns mahogany by 5 pm. The world seems to be hibernating. I want to hibernate and wake up when its over.

But, spring! The days get longer. Trees burst into bud and flowers begin splashing our environment with their vibrant colors. Birds chatter and nest. Bees start buzzing around in search of nectar. The days embrace the growing golden warmth from the sun and the world explodes in growth and vitality. Aliveness. That’s what I see and feel when springtime bursts forth in glorious bloom, unfurling its energy throughout the land.

I could wish for eternal springtime. But, it’s said that you don’t appreciate the peaks without the valleys. I suppose that its just as true for the seasons. Without the deep cold and stagnation of winter, would I appreciate the spring just as much? If that’s the world I lived in 365 days a year, would I enjoy the delights of this season as much? Knowing human nature (and me), I doubt it.

Journaling in July – Week 3

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Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 and Beyond  is hosting a Journaling in July challenge this month. I’m participating with her challenge (mostly – I’ve missed a few days in each week.) She and Deb from Deb’s World are also posting a blog hop on Saturdays, with an overview of the week before. For my Week 3 recap, here’s one of the days I journaled to the prompt ‘View from my window.’

Day 15 – View from my window

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Yes, there’s a window in there. Somewhere. This was the sunflowers in front of the house a few weeks ago, as they just started blooming.

Fluffy white clouds drifting through azure skies, framed with a border of lush green evergreens, accented during the summer with a array of brilliant yellow sunflowers. This is the view from my window. Oh, and an occasional kitten face peering in through the screen they’ve shredded.

IMG_1667.jpgIf I’m awake and up and it’s daylight, curtains are opened. My desk sits in front of the window facing the front yard. Who cares if it’s good feng shui, or if there could be a better layout if furniture were rearranged. No. Desks must be in front of the window where I can see out. It’s a given. No debate.

Yes, this visual connection with the world outside of my home sphere occasionally distracts me. (Okay – probably more often than occasionally.) But I have to see outside. The outdoors is my siren song. Except on the days that its over ninety or below forty. Then, I’m perfectly happy sitting inside and only looking outside.

As opposed to my better half, who I think would be perfectly happy living in a cave. If I didn’t live in the house, drapes would never be open. Doors, unless entering or exiting, would never be open. They would be content living in darkness, lit only by a dim computer screen. I scoff. I think they’re crazy. And then I start laughing at myself, because their thoughts are probably the exact same ones – except that they think I’m the crazy one for wanting all this sunshine and light.

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The view outside now that the sunflowers have grown & started to topple over.  

I suppose it is a grand thing that we are all so different. As long as while we celebrate these differences, when I am home I get my way! Until the sun sets, the sky darkens and now the ones outside can easily see inside. Then I’m perfectly happy closing those drapes and curtains and treating my abode as a safe little cave. Besides, by then the kittens outside are tucked away with Mama next door, or wherever they hide away for the night and they won’t be peeking in the window, curious as to what the human at the desk is doing.

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And at night, once my ‘curtain’ is drawn, this is my view. A completely hand-stitched quilt top (never quilted) from the 1930s. (Backed with a dark blue sheet to protect it from the sunlight.)

Rambling to a Tee #SOCS

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “T, tea, tee.” Theme your post around “tea” or “tee,” or find a word that starts with “T” and talk about that. Bonus points if you manage to incorporate all three. Enjoy!

(Stream of Consciousness Saturday writing is just writing – little to no planning, and no editing – so, please excuse an glaring grammatical errors or other nonsense in today’s post.)

 

A nice cup of terrific tea suits me to a tee. There. All done. Can I have my bonus points now? Do we get even more bonus points if we use all three in the same sentence?

Let’s just get this part out of the way and get to writing – because I have no idea where I’d even want to go with these prompts. I know its stream of consciousness writing and we’re supposed to do this with minimal planning. But still, it seems like I should have some sort of idea of even a vague destination.

I’ve got nada.

I really shouldn’t even be doing this particular post. My list of all the things I need to complete this weekend far exceeds what I’ll probably end up getting done. My weekly newsletter – that’s not too bad. It doesn’t take much time. The workbook I need to complete for a four week class that starts Tuesday…well, that’s the top priority, but it seems I’ve hit a wall of resistance with this one. I don’t even know why. The class was my idea. I proposed it and a library accepted it. Why should I be resisting one of my own ideas? Then there’s the Good Old Days submission I’m working on. The deadline is here and I’ve only got the story roughly started. I have three Chicken Soup for the Soul pieces I’m working on. I’m determined to get another acceptance from them. This goal is turning out to be more challenging. I think I’ve sent them nine or ten (possibly more??) submissions in the past two years and am hearing crickets.

What else is on the list?

Oh yes. I need to be working on a handout for a library presentation that’s coming up in two weeks. I have a week to add to a short story that I want to take to my writer’s group for critique. I need to set up a sale on my web page for an offer that another author and I are working on. And…

Yet, here I am writing this. But I haven’t participated with Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday for too long and that’s something I was enjoying. (Along with her One-Liner Wednesday which I missed the last week or two too.)

Why do I do this?

Do you do it too? Take on too many commitments? Load up your schedule with more tasks than you can humanly complete? Do we think we’re Wonder Woman (or Super Man) and can accomplish it all?

writing-923882__340I sense a larger problem here. Is it procrastination? Trying to keep from being bored? Trying to make up for lost time, thinking I can magically achieve ‘it all’ now? Is it turning 60 and realizing that I’m far, far from where I wanted to be at this age? I think I need to dig deeper on this one – some meditation and journaling seems in order. But…two more items to add to the daily list.

Oh my, I feel like I’m spinning in circles and not accomplishing any purpose here. See what happens when there’s no plan and no structure? This wandering missive is nothing I’d take to my writer’s group – that’s for sure! (Plus they’d be sure to point out the many clichés used today!)

So I think I’ll wrap up this babbling, incoherent post – go make myself a cup of tea, toast myself for crossing one item off of Saturday’s to-do list, and celebrate that despite the deadlines and the list that is never complete, a writing life suits me to a tee.

Do I get extra brownie points for using the prompts twice? Even if they don’t really relate to the post? And…can I spend these points anywhere? Can I cash them in for a really cool prize? (But hey, even if the bonus points aren’t redeemable, I just added 700 words to my monthly word count, and that’s a prize in itself. Right?)

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