Sunday, November 25, 2012
On That for which I Am Thankful
November has been a wonderful, dramatic, funny, tumultuous, month. This year has been the same. I thought it would be nice to make a list of the things for which I am thankful, beginning with the readers of this blog. Thank you, sincerely, for taking interest in my writing. This is the biggest compliment you could pay me!
The list continues, only the first two are in any particular order as they are paramount. I am thankful:
1. For my mother, who has the uncanny ability to make everyone who enters her home feel special and who makes me feel important to her, every day. My father, whose sense of humor is unparalleled. My sister, whose drive and dignity is something we all should emulate, and my extended family and family-friends, who are more than generous, more than hilarious and more than loyal.
2. For my friends who forgave me, fought for me, and fretted with me during all the frightening times this year. For the same friends who hugged, highfived and hollered with me when good things happened.
3. For my country, and our ability to elect the leader we feel are right for the job. The fact that 2012 included a close presidential-election and nobody rioted in the streets. The fact that the majority of Americans have decided that people who make degrading comments about racial minorities, women and the underprivileged, should not have a seat in DC, and the fact they have also decided that the fact that I was born with and acquired disabilities should have no bearing on whether or not I am able to see a doctor.
4. For the courageous people who risk their lives to defend the country I just wrote about.
5. For my education, and my ability to become educated.
6. For My health. However fleeting it may be, it could be worse, and I am so grateful for every breathe. I am even more grateful for all the breathes my loved ones take.
7. That I found the strength to forgive myself, which is a decision I have to make daily. Beating up on yourself becomes vane, and difficult for your loved ones to handle. It feels uncontrollable, but is really selfish.
8. For all the laughs, kisses, gaffs, and gifts, that have already occurred and will occur in the remainder of this life-changing year.
9. For Peace, LOVE, and ice-cream.
The list continues, only the first two are in any particular order as they are paramount. I am thankful:
1. For my mother, who has the uncanny ability to make everyone who enters her home feel special and who makes me feel important to her, every day. My father, whose sense of humor is unparalleled. My sister, whose drive and dignity is something we all should emulate, and my extended family and family-friends, who are more than generous, more than hilarious and more than loyal.
2. For my friends who forgave me, fought for me, and fretted with me during all the frightening times this year. For the same friends who hugged, highfived and hollered with me when good things happened.
3. For my country, and our ability to elect the leader we feel are right for the job. The fact that 2012 included a close presidential-election and nobody rioted in the streets. The fact that the majority of Americans have decided that people who make degrading comments about racial minorities, women and the underprivileged, should not have a seat in DC, and the fact they have also decided that the fact that I was born with and acquired disabilities should have no bearing on whether or not I am able to see a doctor.
4. For the courageous people who risk their lives to defend the country I just wrote about.
5. For my education, and my ability to become educated.
6. For My health. However fleeting it may be, it could be worse, and I am so grateful for every breathe. I am even more grateful for all the breathes my loved ones take.
7. That I found the strength to forgive myself, which is a decision I have to make daily. Beating up on yourself becomes vane, and difficult for your loved ones to handle. It feels uncontrollable, but is really selfish.
8. For all the laughs, kisses, gaffs, and gifts, that have already occurred and will occur in the remainder of this life-changing year.
9. For Peace, LOVE, and ice-cream.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
On The Magic of Writing.
I have been a horrific writer lately. I’m feeling ditz-like and distracted. Everything I attempt to write is choppy and lackluster. The cage of writer’s block is a terrible place for someone like me to be. Writing has long been my easiest form of communication. Ain’t nothing to do it but to do it, though. Here I go!
See…. I could not even think of a less cliche metaphor than cage? So much failure.
My personal troubles aside, it’s National Novel Writing Month. In November, thousands (millions?) of writers attempt to compose their own novels in 30 days. Using the hyperlink I just posted, authors are able to log in, clock their progress and encourage one another, as well read one another’s rough drafts. I have participated thrice and finished a rough draft once. Whether or not one finishes, in my view, is irrelevant. Setting this forces a person to write something other than Facebook posts ,tweets and blog updates. This is great, especially if you fancy yourself a writer of fiction. The reason I wanted to discuss National Novel Writer Month is this. There is a “Young Writers” section. Kids can partake, too! I urge parents to raise dreamers; by extension I urge them to raise writers. Imagining different worlds or beautiful events that could occur in this world, has gotten me through so many tough times. Dreaming about beauty and recording those dreams makes you believe in beauty. When your life is feels so ugly there is no beauty to be seen, writing down those feelings releases the author. Documenting pain helps one to feel like it’s acknowledged. After that, the beauty reappears They can dream again. Only good can come from having more people who see beauty even in ugliness.
See…. I could not even think of a less cliche metaphor than cage? So much failure.
My personal troubles aside, it’s National Novel Writing Month. In November, thousands (millions?) of writers attempt to compose their own novels in 30 days. Using the hyperlink I just posted, authors are able to log in, clock their progress and encourage one another, as well read one another’s rough drafts. I have participated thrice and finished a rough draft once. Whether or not one finishes, in my view, is irrelevant. Setting this forces a person to write something other than Facebook posts ,tweets and blog updates. This is great, especially if you fancy yourself a writer of fiction. The reason I wanted to discuss National Novel Writer Month is this. There is a “Young Writers” section. Kids can partake, too! I urge parents to raise dreamers; by extension I urge them to raise writers. Imagining different worlds or beautiful events that could occur in this world, has gotten me through so many tough times. Dreaming about beauty and recording those dreams makes you believe in beauty. When your life is feels so ugly there is no beauty to be seen, writing down those feelings releases the author. Documenting pain helps one to feel like it’s acknowledged. After that, the beauty reappears They can dream again. Only good can come from having more people who see beauty even in ugliness.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
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