For the month of November, in keeping with the season of thankfulness, I am going to give thanks, publicly, everyday. I want to be a happier, more content and joyful person. I think this might be the beginning.
I am working on becoming a better and more disciplined writer. The first step to that is realizing that if I do not write, I will not become a better writer. I will not grow and develop into the awesome communicator that I dream of being if I don’t practice. It is time to commit to my love affair with words.
I apologize in advance if your mailbox is suddenly flooded daily with mediocre posts from ‘Quench Our Thirst.’ But the only way to get better is to practice, and here is a little thing about me; I am an undisciplined dreamer. I have grand ideas, all the time. My husband has a special look for me when I say, “I have an idea!” –insert a wink here- I start lots of things but I don’t finish most of what I start.
This writing thing is different than most of my ideas though. Why? It is more than an idea. It is a calling. I am a writer. I was born a writer. I have always processed my life by writing about it. I understand life when I write about it. People, places, feelings, I write. I am a writer from birth.
I have a shelf full of filled journals. I’ve written a little blog. But, am I communicating? What am I communicating? Why do I feel a deep primal need to communicate? Who am I communicating with? What is the point here? I have written for myself from the day I learned how to hold a pencil, first pictures, then letters and then words pouring my heart onto the lined page. I am attempting to write for others now, and this requires a bit more skill. For the 30 days of November I am going to commit to writing 30 minutes a day for the blog, and posting it. Discipline. Accountability. Writing practice, exercise, hard work, blood, sweat, tears and all that stuff. I am committing to write a minimum of 500 words for 30 minutes everyday.
I have a plan. An idea! Hold me accountable, won’t you?
Thanksgiving. November 1, 2014
Today I am thankful for rain and the gust of wind slamming into the side of my house. I can’t see his fierce face, his strong arms or his muscular legs that just kicked my pot of dying red mums down the rain slick stairs of my front porch, nevertheless, he is here. All at once, I am frightened and excited by his deep breathy voice. As he speaks, the trees bend beneath the power of his voice and he blows their leaves in every direction. They each dance in their new found freedom. The bare trees and the leaves dressed in party clothes, dancing. They dance as he sings to them. I watch and smile as I whisper,
“Thank you, Wind, for your display of power today. You have reminded me that my strength comes from the same place as yours. We are each empowered by our Creator. In that, we are one. You remind me to breathe thankfulness to our Creator. In my thankfulness I will make those around me dance like the leaves. I will be the barren tree, dancing despite my circumstances, because thankfulness is a dance with our Creator.”
See you tomorrow!
See you tomorrow!