Resolutions

Christmas is behind us and soon we’ll be ringing in the new year.  Did you get everything accomplished in 2016 that you wanted to?  I didn’t.  My biggest regret of this year is not keeping my word to focus on my writing, and submitting work.  Am I ready to do battle with writer’s block in 2017?  Damn right I am!  I’m not getting any younger and my memory is not what it once was.  I need to hop on that train and ride it. 

There’s so much I’d like to accomplish in 2017, so here’s a few early resolutions.  I’m working on my language learning skills; Spanish and German.  Then there’s the reading a book a month, or quicker.  I’ve got plenty to go through. I’d like to make my own throw pillows, learn how to belly dance, lose weight, do some DIY remodeling, and finally catch up with my emails.  

How long will I stay true to those resolutions?  No one knows.  I have the desire to do these things, and more, but like my frustrating writer’s block, will I get stuck in apathy offer or will I rise above all of that garbage?  Only time will tell.

Until next time.  Happy New Year.

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A Very Simple Life

I’m a very simple person.  I am low-maintenance, and probably have the mind of a child at times.  I’m easily amused as well. I laugh easily.  I love deeply, and feel others pain deeply as well.  I hate watching people argue on talk shows; makes my heart race as though they were yelling at me personally.  Not normal.  Or is it for someone like me; introverted and an Aspie.

I collect serious things, like angel figurines; and silly things like Minions.  I have Minions coffee mugs, stuffed ones, Christmas ornaments, plastic pencil cases, t-shirts, and even a pair of pajamas with the cute little guys gracing them all over.

I enjoy reading, but don’t get to as often as I’d like anymore.  My eyes are getting worse as I age.  Thank God for dollar reading glasses at Dollar Tree.  I wish I could carry a tune but I couldn’t sing to save my life; seriously.  My husband tells me not to sing whenever I attempt to.  I love Christmas carols and I don’t care if it sounds like a pack of wild dogs howling in the night, I love music.  I especially am fond of Country Music as I grow older.  Chris Young is one of my favorites.  Maybe someday I will get the chance to see him in concert.

I’m a Christian, but unfortunately  not as good as I’d like to be.  I have many faults.  One big one is I have a deep-seated fear of things going wrong in my life.  I believe that God watches over me and keeps me safe, but I still worry way too much.  I hate failure.  Then again, I think most people do as well.  I want to be a published writer, and I don’t even care if I can’t make a living out of it.  I am happiest when writing.  I lose track of time as words fly across the screen.  And being content and happy with your lot in life is serious business.

Life is too short to worry over the small things.  I try to live a simple life.  I shop at thrift stores, which I have no problem with because I love the items that I find there.  I am content to sit in my rocking chair here in my writing room while reading a good books while sipping a cup or two of Dunkin Donuts French Vanilla coffee; home-brewed of course.

I am content to watch the sunrise on a summer day, or sit at the beach watching everyone enjoying themselves.  I can even enjoy sifting dirt through my fingers while working in my garden, relishing the feel of the warm soil.  I am a simple person because I can sit back and love others even if we do not agree on issues.  Again, life is too short to fight because one person thinks differently than someone else.  Love, in my book, always wins out.

I’m a simple person because as I look around at my writing room and see the things that make me happiest; my books, Minions collection, and I forgot about my snowmen collection(stuffed and figurines), my scented candles, my houseplants; all these things bring joy into my heart.  And I wouldn’t want to change anything.  I am happiest when I can sit back and take in life in small bite-sized pieces.  I don’t want to swallow my experiences whole, but savor them.  I’m a simple person, and I don’t care anymore who knows it.

Until next time.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside 

Here we are, a week and a half before Christmas, and it is awfully cold outside.  I am not a winter person.  I don’t ski, sled, skate, or ice fish.  To be honest winter reminds me of death; dark and dismal.  I wake up in the morning, it’s dark.  By late afternoon, it’s dark.  My favorite time of year is Spring, especially when the sky gradually lightens at four/four-thirty.  That’s when I love to awaken, to grab a cup of either coffee or tea, and go into my writing room.  I close the door carefully behind me and power up the laptop,.peruse my email and Facebook page before getting down to writing.

Sometimes I become distracted by social media and wind up sitting there for over an hour reading posts.  Sometimes longer.  I chide myself for allowing the distraction.  I need to get back to my writing and revise a bunch of short stories, and quite a few flash fiction pieces.  Then I have poetry, some written over thirty years ago, and I debate whether I should pursue submitting them as well.  And so many books on the craft of writing.  Which one do I begin with?  Which one would be most advantageous in helping me improve my craft?

Life gives us much to write about.  Each new day is an adventure.  That’s what I adore about putting words to paper, or computer.  What do you enjoy writing about?  Where do you obtain your best ideas?  I’ll be doing a lot of writing in the next few weeks.  Happy holidays to you all.  Until next time.

Just A Little Rant

So much of life these days is out of whack.  It’s gotten so bad that I don’t even want to turn on the news anymore in the mornings.  Sadly you hear about a mom getting shot, an innocent victim of gang violence, or a horrible fire with loss of young lives, or a fatal car crash because someone wasn’t paying attention.  Sickness, addictions, and suicides.  It’s all enough to make a person wonder what the point of life is.

Maybe I’m just the type of person who feels too much; gets overly emotional.  Bad stuff happens everyday.  A lot of unfortunate and tragic things happen to good, hard-working people who are just trying to make a living and take care of their families.  You hear about these tragedies and it causes you to shake your head and try to understand the point in all of it, if there is a point.

So many things just don’t make sense.  I understand that desperate people do desperate things.  Maybe we need to focus on helping each other out more.  And I’m talking about those people who actually need help.  The parent out of work due to no fault of their own, those who have serious illnesses, or contemplating suicide, and those struggling with addictions.  Get help.  Don’t struggle alone.  There are a lot of people in this country who are dealing with the same issues you are, or even those who have already overcome them.  No one should go through this life alone.  There’s way too much craziness to deal with.  We all need someone at our side.  You can volunteer your time, take a meal to a new mom, or to a family who is grieving due to a recent death in the family.  There are so many options.  Look on line under Volunteering in your community.  And it’ll make you feel good as well.  Taking the focus off of our own lives and putting it on another is like a shot of endorphin. You can feel great about knowing you are making a difference.

This life is a long and bumpy ride.