“I have decided to stick to love…Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
–Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
There was a tragic school shooting, here in Canada, at a high school in Saskatchewan. The snowstorm to rival all storms hit parts of the US. Sounds like a rough week, right?
As for me, I keep letting social media get to me, but if it weren’t for Facebook I still would have heard the news. The other day there was another birth announcement, in the family, and even though I am incredibly happy for the new parents, I found myself having a moment.
Why does it happen for some and not others? How will I be okay if it never happens to me?
I need to keep writing it down, reasons why I am grateful, and marking the little things that are infused with beauty and sweetness. That’s why I am here, to find the good in life when sometimes, well sometimes it just sucks.
For finally getting to live in such a hip country.
Thanks for making us hip Justin.
Okay, so I’m aloud to begin with a bit of a sarcastic thankful once and a while, aren’t I? Can I still count it?
For snow, even when it’s cold, which it always is.
(Just a little something for any of the US bloggers who read the TToT, to maybe cheer them up, if the storm didn’t knock out power that is.)
I don’t know why, but I include snow in this list. Perhaps it’s one of those hip Canadian things.
For perspective, as shown by this photo, and which connects nicely with my next thankful.
For forgiveness and the chance to explore my thoughts on the concept.
Getting a little perspective on a situation often leads to a better chance for forgiveness.
I can’t believe I am saying this. I sure didn’t feel it in the moment, but I am trying to let each rejection of my writing give me more and more of the determination to keep working at it.
It was painful, just like one of those first rejections I received, almost exactly this time, on another cold January day a few years back.
I don’t know yet if I believe all that stuff about not giving up, letting rejections fuel you, but I know it’s true deep down, somewhere. Even the biggest writers have been rejected at one time. Not every place is going to love or want your writing. I am just thankful I have found the nerve necessary to share, to try, and to get back up and try again.
For an unexpected reminder of what colours look like, something I miss everyday, and from the beautiful mind of a child.
I apologize for all the pingbacks Lisa.
For a successful vidchat with blogger friends.
It took a couple weeks to get back to it, but I’m glad it worked out for so many.
There they all were, and there I was, communicating through my phone.
That technology really is pretty cool. Speaking of technology…
For past, present, and future.
As I wrote out some homework of sorts for the writing workshop I was attending in the morning, I thought about days of homework past.
I needed to be able to just read out loud in class, so I pulled out my old, heavy duty Perkins machine. I had forgotten how hard on the arms it can be to jam away at those keys.
The next morning, at the workshop, I brought my Braille Sense, instead of my laptop this time. A Braille Sense is an electronic typewriter of sorts. I could write braille, like with an old broiler. There are three advantages: not so heavy a machine to carry, easier on my arms, and much quieter in class. My old schoolmates know what I mean and only wish I had today’s technology back then.
Technology is always improving, bigtime since I was growing up, and a full tactile/braille tablet is up next. I can’t wait to get me one of these.
For the second of three Saturday morning writing workshops I’ve been attending with a wonderful instructor and for the one who made sure I didn’t miss out. Thanks for the ride. Thank you both for giving me the chance to do what I love.
In the creative writing workshop I am doing at the moment the writer/instructor is helping us appreciate moments, as we write, small things in life.
This is kind of what Lizzi is speaking of here:
It’s what Carrie was speaking of, to one of the mothers in the group, that the special things and the funny things and the wise things come and go and come again, but some things are over and gone. Small moments. Then Lisa found a way to capture one of them, a snapshot of what her own child is thinking and how she sees the world at a young age. The world will never get something quite like that again. Now it’s caught in writing.
For some new friends showing me a new experience.
I don’t know how many of you know anything at all about Dungeons & Dragons, but I knew only what The Big Bang Theory showed of the game.
I didn’t want to go in with too many preconceived notions. I did not want to judge until I saw for myself.
I guess what I was thankful for about it was the chance to not be myself, not really, but instead to become whatever else I wanted, for a few hours. I was a neutral sorcerer. I wasn’t Kerry for a while and that break from the harsh realities of life was the welcomed part, that and laughing with some interesting people.
“Take it easy. Take it easy. Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. We may loose and we may win, but we may never be here again.”
We say goodbye to Glenn Frey, another rock musician, but these words calmed me down this week when I needed to hear them.
“Life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce. One is always wounded when one approaches it. Things either last too long or not long enough.”