Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain…and most fools do.
When I started this writing practice, it was with specific intentions.
A string of deaths in my family, including two siblings, had caused me to think about my own life. Nothing, I tell you, causes a person to realize their own mortality more than the death of a sibling.
We learned that lesson young in my family, as my parents lost two babies in infancy, before their oldest child was sixteen. As brothers and sisters, we noted how those experiences changed us. We lost some of the carefree abandon of childhood. We became more aware of danger, protective of our parent’s feelings, fearful for our own babies. We all share a dark sense of humor.
We learned it again in middle age when my little brother David’s untimely death was followed less than fourteen months later by the sudden, unexpected death of my sister, Sheila.
In science, one is an anomaly…but two is a trend.
Just as I was, as a young girl, forced by circumstance to look at life differently, I found myself looking again at the years gone by…and the time I have left.
I realized that I was mostly wandering blindly through my life, letting forces beyond my control change my direction or alter my course. I noted how many years had passed when I wasn’t really noticing.
I started this writing practice as a means of changing that.
My intent was to pay closer attention, to be more aware of my surroundings and more mindful of each day. I had a few other rules: give credit; don’t be mean; use the practice to hone writing skills.
Looking over the one hundred and ninety plus posts I have published here, I have succeeded, for the most part, in my goals.
Lately, though, with distractions abounding, I’ve gotten a little lax.
The frequency of posting is not a problem: once a week, more or less, is fine with me.
I’ve noticed that, lately, much of my writing has degenerated to the level of the forty years of journal pages that preceded it: whining, self-pity, excuses and complaints.
That has got to change!
We create our world, by the way we look at it.
When something is written down, it is given even more credibility.
Some things are beyond our control, sure, but we can always control our response.
It’s time to start looking up, and to let my writing reflect that.
It’s going to get better!
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”