Feet up the wall in celebration.
Today, I submitted another assignment in my course Writing and the New Media: Creating Life Histories. It took me days and days to pare it down and then I still had to attach an outline of the workshop I was discussing. Words rarely fail me…but they do threaten to drown me and my readers at times. Le sigh
At one time in my life the précis was a prized skill. What happened?
Oh, I know, life.
We are studying life histories.
It’s hard to condense a life into a few … or even a clean 900 pages. Maybe that’s why so many of us shy away from writing down our stories. First, we don’t know where to start. Then, we don’t think we’ll finish before life itself is finished. Another sigh…
And then I got to be a part of another Oasis gathering. Thanks, Jen Louden! And to all who come together to be so supportive of each other. I do appreciate you.
Today our topic was the cheery subject of “Resignation”. But with all the prompts, I came around to see that resignation can be a good thing — active not passive. A choice to accept what is and say “this too”. Not in a helpless way. Because it is certainly because we have no power to change things. But accepting some things that we cannot change can impel and compel us to find ways around that.
I’ll give you a little ferinstance here:
I have a bedroom that needs painting. It is so ugly it is painful to wake up and see the wall in front of me. Yes, it is.
Today, I decided to resign myself to the fact that I have been avoiding the job. I don’t even have a list of reasons. But I have been procrastinating like a pro. When the time came to write on “If (blank) were never “fixed” then I could try/learn…” that wall jumped into the forefront.
I brainstormed …
I could wall paper the wall behind me
I could paint just the wall I look at when I wake up
I could wallpaper that wall
I could hang a 40 x 50 print from my husband’s next photography show there
I could find an odorless paint and paint the darn thing
None of those ideas had come to me before. Why? Because I was resigned to being a sluggard and facing every new day knowing that because the evidence was staring me in the face.
What I learned from this is that I have to get busy and workshop with folks nearby. I know how to do this. I “invented” Wordscapes. It’s a shame not to share this.
Wish me luck! Or contact me to see what I am talking about.
I’d love to have you in my little circle.
Now that the first snow has fallen…let’s hunker down for the winter and practice some great self-care.