Letters, Quotes, Memory,
& Recipes.
My kids think I’m a real writer because TJ took a series of devotions I worked on over the summer and had them printed in a book format. I am a real writer but that’s not the reason. The reason is because I write. That’s all it takes. You show up to write day after day, and you can call yourself a writer.
October 17, 2017 was my first day writing in my one-sentence journal based on The Happiness Project. Now that a year has passed, how interesting it will be, with each new entry I write, to read and remember the little thing I wrote down on the same date the previous year. I don’t want to get older, but if I have to, I at least want to do it aware and awake.
In recent days, I have had a few good conversations about writing and the idea of simply showing up to do the work one has been given to do. Coupled with my current reading of Grit by Angela Duckworth, I feel motivated and inspired. It's a good feeling to have heading into fall and a new school year and a couple days to myself each week on the horizon.
I don't like to imagine that I'm writing junk, but some days it feels like that. Just as on some of our at-home school days, we are barely making it, slogging through, and doing the work without delight. Other days the spark is there, and we cruise through, and find ourselves curious and the lessons compelling. It is not all or nothing of anything in life, and that is my lesson to learn.
