I will write as much as I possibly can with the time I have.
Is it about quantity or quality? It is about both, it is about writing period. The writing is what I am doing with myself, and what I am excited about. The posts on the blog are good and well, but it is the actual writing that propels me forward to what I enjoy with my whole heart, soul and mind, what takes up and uses all three to create new things every day.
I have a love of creating things, fresh thoughts, fresh ideas. I have a love of rehashing old thoughts and ideas with a new or old or used up slant on things. It doesn’t matter! What does matter is that I write it out, all of it, and that it is recorded here, for posterity. But more than for those who will read this later, I do it for myself, so that I can look back at where I have been and know that I am moving forward and growing.
Growth is a huge part of what I am trying to capture here, and I may not be able to capture it completely. Growth is something that is ephemeral in that the growth itself happens in increments and small steps, but I am still myself. There is seemingly nothing new about growing , it is only upon reflection that the growth can be noted, as in remembering what used to be and now taking in what is. It is this capacity for knowing the difference between what used to be and what is that makes the human experience so unique. We have much to learn from our animal friends who seem to only live in the present, but we can’t discount the ability to reflect and ponder upon what we “see” in the past, and how it applies to our present and future.
Potential is something else I want to touch on. What is potential? Potential is something dormant that has a capacity to reveal itself. But that doesn’t mean it will always reveal itself. Potential must be encouraged and tended to, it must be given room: to breathe, to grow and…. to get things wrong. Just because someone has potential in a certain area doesn’t mean that they are going to get it right the first or even the fiftieth time. But it is a good decision to lean in the direction of potential, to give that area of life the opportunity to blossom and grow.
Practice is another topic of conversation. To practice is to prepare. What I am doing here, by writing actively with no real goal or purpose for this writing, is practice. And by practicing, I am able to get in touch with what moves me, and may move others upon reading. I get glimpses of success, glimpses of what writing has the power to do, and I try to lean into that. I learn. I learn from failed attempts at writing something relevant and intriguing, that it is all just practice for what is coming next.
The next big thing. What is the next big thing? Who knows? We area all interested inthe energy and experience of our swiftly moving planet, but do we really know where we are headed? I bet there are people who know where we are headed, and I bet they are extremely interesting to talk to. I would like to get their thoughts on where we’ve been, where we are and where we are going.
I am starting to get a better idea of where I am headed, what path I am on, and why. I am becoming a writer, a writer of ideas and thoughts that bear the burden (read joy) of being shared, whether good, bad, ugly or indifferent. All this writing could easily fall on deaf ears, but that doesn’t really matter, because I am not doing it for any other reason than for myself, my family, the world and God. After all those years of Christianity, I still believe in some sort of God or universal laws that speak to all the reasons why I think about existence and love and fear instead of just living life with my head down in the sand.
We are all here together, and we are all in the same glorious mess. Let’s learn to love it! I am starting to enjoy myself more and more, and I am starting to share the joy of self-discovery. Won’t you come join me?
