Welcome to my blog. I never thought I would ever "say" those words, written or not, but here we are. You.  Me.  And the space around us. 

I was inspired to start this project from an author, David Haznaw, who first created his own daily writing project in 2013. (feel free to search for him on your own) I am adding one element though: a daily image. One that exemplifies the entry . . . or comes darn close.  This project is more for my own personal growth but I am putting it out into the ether because I know some of my friends would be upset if I didn't. So I do appreciate the support and love, which is an understatement. I say this because I had an epiphany today regarding some of my life choices and how they effected others. I won't bore you with details but know that it was time to revisit me. The spark that is my soul. 

Unlike David's, my posts won't have rules except to fulfill the purpose: to comment on what I have learned. Through learning comes growth. And a better human(e) being. Some entries may be longer than others. Some may include references to people (but no names). All will be anecdotes to give light to the lesson. As I have told my children, if you didn't learn at least one thing during the day, you weren't paying attention. 
Cocky?   Maybe. 
Truthful?  Always. 
Think about it. Were you paying attention today?   If so, what did YOU learn?
  
Send me your lesson of the day or just your comment if you'd like. 
No pressure.  Remember . . . this is mainly for me . . . 

So . . . what was my lesson for today?  That, although I am a typical Gemini and am interested in far too many things (often at the same time - it use to drive my mother crazy!!), I need to believe in myself and learn to really love myself rather than trying to hit the Restart button and re-create myself. It's hard! You see, I am an artist - charcoal, pastels, photography, writing - I love creating. I guess that's why I loved being pregnant. THAT was the ultimate creation: a person! One to share my world with. So, fast forward half a century and I find I am still not happy with myself. 

Who isn't, you say?  Yes, with all of the diets and self-help books the life-gurus are spitting out these days, I'd say not many people. But I'm not responsible for them.  Just me. (yes, and my kids, but that's a different post . . . ) 

So here I sit, getting back to what makes me  . . ME!  Creating for art's sake. 

Yes, writing IS an art. When was the last time words arranged into sentences DID NOT transport you?  Words paint images on the canvas of your mind with you adding the final touches.   

And my homework? Well I have already begun, starting with this project, and will dust off my camera case and pastel box in time. Putting one's self on hold, consciously or not, isn't healthy . . but it happens. We all may get caught up in life's routines at some point, forgetting who and what we are until we are given a reminder that nearly drops us to our knees. 

My reminder? 
I was in a book store the other day and just happen to look over at two out-of-place books that focused on photography. I immediately felt that pang in my heart, that same pang of seeing an old love. Suddenly I heard "why did you leave?!" I started to answer silently "I didn't lea . . " but was cut off with "YES YOU DID!" At that point America's "I need you" started playing on the sound system.  

No, I didn't have a psychotic episode. I am a believer in signs and do understand that each of us is able to receive signs or messages, although many don't listen. So that was my sign, a reminder that a part of me was in need.  

And my image? 
Well every writing project starts off with a blank piece of paper . . . or a blank computer screen. A blank slate if you will. Cleared of any past entries or scratch marks. Ready and able. 

Well there you have it. My first entry.  I thank you for sharing this first day with me. 

It's late. 
Let's call it a night and see what trouble we can get into tomorrow . . . 



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