I don’t make
and still, I do
like to reflect through podcasting,
by a roaring fire.
I do like the idea of choosing a word for the year. My 2018 word was “stoker” and I looked at it as I was not going to stay quiet anymore. I was going to stir things up a bit, if I could.
As part of the
Canadian Federation of the Blind,
I would make some noise about the inequalities I see all around me.
I learned about how such organizations work. I learned how much work there still is to be done.
I wanted to make my local movie theatre and all movie theatres more accessible and tried, through survey, to ask other blind Canadians their thoughts.
I wanted to make my library, not to mention all public libraries, more equal in the literature on hand.
I felt like I failed, for the most part on both these things, but stay tuned to 2019 and see what happens. That’s precisely what I intend to do.
Okay, so with a new year starting and some Internet difficulties, I am late to the
Just Jot It January #JusJoJan
party, but I am here now, quite possibly breaking some rules to start the month off right.
I’ve taken part in this January blogging ritual for the last two years I believe.
No, wait, three. Three, really?
Three years with this January blogging activity and now, here we are at four.
Five years with this blog, which I started on my thirtieth birthday, to face my fear of rejection and get my writing out there.
I don’t know how much of a theme it is, beyond the writing that I love, but I chose to call it Her Headache because I write about life and life has brought me headaches of all kinds, painful in the head and in the heart too. It has transformed my life, along with everything new and wonderful happening since entering my thirties.
It’s been great, leading to many wonderful opportunities, but as I start a new year, I struggle to find my footing. As I head toward my five year anniversary
with this blog,
next month, I am unsure where I am going with this space and hope to figure it all out. Jotting down some ideas throughout the month may just help.
From now on, rest of the month, I’ll write something, every day, except on Wednesday, where I take a break.
I am finding this life, this life of mine to be rather
but that’s the journey, and the journey continues as I jot. So onward I go.
However, I could never forget my usual Saturday blogging ritual.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS
(the first to combine this month with Just Jot It January, on Saturday) gives a lot of prefixes to choose from.
I suppose I’ll only go with one, as the day grows late.
I suppose I made it through all the years before now and I’ll do the same this year.
I suppose I am being selfish, worrying that somehow #45 will mess up my travel plans with this silly corner he’s painted himself into, when so many American workers are the ones working and not being paid.
I suppose I should stop worrying so much about all the things that might not happen, most likely won’t ever happen.
I suppose 35 isn’t really so different from being the 34 that I am now.
I suppose this year has a lot in store, even though that little voice in my head likes to try and convince the rest of me that there’s nothing left yet to experience.
I suppose I will just have to wait to find out.
for the first guest contribution to this month of jotting.
Blogging. Jotting. Blogging. Jotting. They won’t all be as long as this one.
4 thoughts on “Catching Up On “Just Jot It January” 2019 #JustJoJan #SoCS”
This one was just the right length :). Glad you joined in. I really enjoyed getting to read all the blog beginnings.
Well you caught up and blew it out the water. Excellent post.
What great goals to set again… and my biggest goals (not resolutions either because I suck at them) are also being repeated this year, so we’re in good company together. We can do this. I mean, I’m not doing the blogging every day thing although I used to, but I’m definitely with you for getting some of the 2018 goals done this year.
What a lovely compilation of the prompts, Kerry. So glad you’re with us again this year, my friend. 🙂