I usually have something to say, and I would like to think that, whether spoken or written, I can get my point across rather well. Lately, though, that thought has been challenged. While I still have a lot to say, I have been struggling with wrangling these thoughts to transfer them from my head and heart to my blog. So, my blog has been silent for longer than I intended.
I have had writer’s block before, but usually, it occurs when there is just too much going on off-line that makes it difficult to translate into something coherent on-line. Thankfully, that is not the case this time, as, dare I say it, things have been relatively calm in my world. I cannot pinpoint the cause, but I know what the solution is. I just need to start writing again.
Even though I still have no idea what I want to share, even as I write this, I decided that I had to start somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe, once these random thoughts have been freed from the confines of my mind, there will be more cohesive and meaningful words to follow at a later date. Here we go:
Ever since I recently discovered a slate of movie channels that are part of my cable tv package, I have watched two of my all-time favorite films, Platoon and Saving Private Ryan, a minimum of once/week. The moment I stumble across either one of them, I am drawn back into their familiar stories and their themes of the horrors of war, courage, sacrifice, moral dilemmas, and death. They are cinematic crack, and I am addicted to them.
I cannot wrap my brain around the fact that the fourth quarter of 2018 is upon us. I feel as if we are just a few months into 2018, not a few months away from the end of it. At this point in the year, I usually am white-knuckling it until New Year’s Day, as I am more than ready to bid farewell to the current year, but not this year. As I look ahead, I have a growing feeling that there are some amazing opportunities on the horizon, and I am content and allowing them to unfold. I am determined to end 2018 on a positive note.
As I prepare to take my oldest daughter on her final two college visits, I still am having trouble accepting the fact that she will be going off to college next year. Seriously, how did we get here already?! It is surreal to watch her reach the same milestones that I did at her age and also to watch her forge her own path. I know that she is ready for the next phase of her life, but I am not sure that I am ready. Not yet, at least.
On the 17th anniversary of 9/11, I watched a documentary that chronicled the stories of some of the people who worked in the south and north towers of the World Trade Center and survived. Their harrowing stories left me sobbing, as they recounted the events that happened from the moment the respective planes hit the towers until both towers collapsed. The common thread through every story was that every single decision that they made that day was one that determined if they would survive or perish. While we may not be faced with such immediate and dramatic life decisions, we still face decisions on a daily basis that contribute to both the quality and longevity of our lives. That has been food for thought for me every day since this documentary aired, and I have found myself examining my choices more carefully and thoughtfully.
To say that I am giddy about the arrival of fall is an absolute understatement. I LOVE this season! The brilliant colors of the leaves. The cooler temperatures. The excitement of a new school year. The comfort of sweaters and fuzzy socks. The return of NFL football, even though the Minnesota Vikings have not given me a lot to cheer about so far. The University of Kentucky’s Big Blue Madness to signal the start of another season. Thanksgiving. I savor every seasonal moment.
Although the timing of this is interesting, given my writer’s block, I am going to meet with a friend who knows a thing or two about writing and publishing books. Because of some of the things that I have faced, such as infertility, depression, anxiety, divorce, and breast cancer, I believe that I have a book somewhere inside of me. I just need help in getting it out, and I decided to get out of my own way and ask for guidance.
There you have it. These are just snippets of some of the things on my mind. These thoughts may be jumbled, but they led me back to writing. For today, that is more than enough. It feels good to be back.
That’s another story . . .
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