“I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.”
—A. A. Milne.
A lot of emotional moments this week and in this run-up to the Christmas season. I can feel it, an energy of sorts.
In the meantime though, I’m going to allow myself to coast through the next month or so because I am already feeling the pressure of the coming year, to make it everything this one was…and more.
My Misadventures issue on store shelf.
So, I have some projects on the go, sure, but I want to enjoy the final weeks of this momentous year before they are gone.
I am thankful for the struggle of writing that keeps me thinking and learning and growing and moving.
This novel thing is harder than I realized, but I don’t stop. I research and learn so I can keep on writing.
I don’t ever really get writer’s block. There is always so much to discover and share.
I have plans and goals to conquer.
I am thankful for perhaps smaller groups but new people still showing up amongst them.
Our writer’s group lost a few this week because of illness and other things, but I walked in and was unexpectedly met by a new voice. A man from New Zealand came to check out what our little writer’s circle was all about.
It helps. I had someone in the group read something I’ve been working on, out loud to everyone, and I received interesting feedback from them and someone new helps with a fresh perspective.
I hope he returns. All the different life experiences in our group can only be a benefit.
I am thankful that I haven’t given up on the violin and my mastery of it.
The challenge continues, won’t go away because it is something one must keep working on. I won’t master playing such an instrument, not in a year and not in two. I know it feels like a long road, but I am working and developing parts of my brain I didn’t know I had.
Seriously, this lesson I felt energized and wiped out, all at once. I think that’s a sign that I am right where I am supposed to be with it.
I am thankful for two Foundation of the Blind meetings in one week.
I started with the US NFB ((National Federation of the Blind) and those few months of being a part of their organization (VisionAware) has given me some idea of what to expect with this new challenge of the Canadian CFB.
I listened in on the AFB call on Tuesday and the CFB on Thursday.
We had a guest speaker at ours. We are working to get a new national system of sharing books and other reading materials in libraries all across Canada and I was super emotional about it.
I love the library, but I feel like I feel when I am in a bookstore. I am surrounded by the things I love most in the world…and yet, I can’t access most of it like everyone else.
I hope I can be a part of changing that, for myself and many others.
I am thankful for a chance to write about my chronic pain journey.
LIVING MY BEST LIFE – A JOURNEY WITH CHRONIC PAIN
I am thankful for friends who can access US bookstores.
Thanks, Sara, for doing that, since Canada has no Barnes & Noble stores.
She went to a Barnes & Noble and found this.
Sara, you rock!
I am thankful for movies that aren’t the biggest box-office blockbusters.
This is one of those not-a-super-hero movies that people might not know about or care to see, but I think we need more like it.
I am thankful for seeing things (like biographical movies) at the moment I am meant to see them.
I love biography because it tells the story of a person’s life. Every person has a story.
I am trying to write a novel about life for everyday people in Europe and such, during the two world wars that dominated the 20th century. It felt like a strange bookend. I think it helped me put some thoughts together though.
I am thankful for a simple fix for my phone from my handy techy brother.
It suddenly froze up on me and went mostly quiet. I need it to talk to me.
So, instead of feeling stuck and being about to take it to an Apple store, my brother thought of another way to reset a phone. I tried it and it worked.
I am thankful for another newly discovered cover to a song I already know and love.
“Those three words…are said too much…or not enough.”
—Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
Which words are they?