Developing a new habit is sometimes a monumental occurrence.
Beginning again, like working out is like starting over, completely.
I have all this stuff i want to say on the inside and trying to
get it to the fingertips and type it out and make some sense of it all is the
hard thing. In reading a published book, authors make it look easy, but i
do wonder about the behind the scenes daily grind of writing for the discipline
of it all, the research that it takes, editing, re-writes, changes, and then
final copy. It all sounds like work to me and the "romance" of
being a writer is completely blown out of the water.
I think i will start with the baby steps, and not concern myself
with capitalizing every "i" and making sure that every
sentence is grammatically correct with all the proper placed verbs,
adverbs, adjectives, nouns and participles; present and past. How about i
just string some sentences together and let’s hope for the best. If i
have a few run on sentences, please don't call the editor, it's not her fault.
I take full responsibility for all things lovely and all things a little
clumsy. If you can handle my conversational way of writing you will enjoy
my musings. If not, please indulge me a little; i promise i
will begin to talk about some substantial things.
I have been accused of being a little wordy in things that needed
less. You know less is sometimes more, and more is just more for the sake
of "more". There are times when i ramble about the current
political climate and then other times i rant about food, the process of what
large companies are doing to the masses of food produced. And again other
times I talk about what it is like in my life of growing a business, having a
family, being a wife, mother, friend, and the list goes on.
I am a crusader for justice of all kinds. Things that don't
balance make me go over the edge, which i haven't really determined where that
makes me land, but of course others say it so it must be so, right? Hmmm,
well not necessarily.
I’m a country girl at heart and I love to wake in the mornings
from the birds chirping, but I love being close enough to the city that I can
enjoy a play, ballet, or local theatre without a whole lot of travel time.
Being at this place in my life gives me a great view of life’s
happenings and allows me to see things differently, without the anxiousness of having to compete
in business, but just doing it with excellence because it is what I enjoy; knowing that my kids are going to be okay even
though they make decisions that I don’t always agree with and understanding
that some of the beauty of marriage is going through the hard stuff so you can
get to the sweet spot, and not give up in the mess of it all. In this season of my life I don’t see the
beautiful young woman I used to see in the mirror, my reflection has aged a bit
although I can tell you first hand, when I walk away from the mirror, inwardly I feel about 21 (but much wiser). And when I walk away from the reflected image,
I see a grace, stirred up in all areas of my life. A grace I don’t deserve, I didn’t do anything
to get it and I certainly don’t do anything to keep it other than just believe
the one that gave it to me has a delight in loving me and giving me good
things.
“It is for freedom sake that Christ set us free”, the apostle Paul
reminds us in Galatians 5:1
