#OTR50 143: Me & My First Tattoo
Did I want one because it was verboten? Because I knew I was different and wanted to rebel against the norm? Or was it for a more personal and complicated reason? […]
Read MoreOn the Road Past 50: My internal zephyr… from fluttery wisps to whirlwind tempests
Did I want one because it was verboten? Because I knew I was different and wanted to rebel against the norm? Or was it for a more personal and complicated reason? […]
Read MoreOK, I’ll admit it. I delayed posting yesterday’s Haiku because. . . I can’t help but feel Haiku’s are a cheat. Yes, yes, I’ve written several since starting this blog 140 days ago. And, I’m totally embarrassed by all of them. To me, Haikus are a cheat. Yes, they are also an art form that […]
Read MoreMy Socks Don’t Match Every so often, I wear my favorite mismatched socks. Every so often, someone tells me how awesome they are. Sometimes they are hidden like the parts of me that are invisible to the world. Then, no one says anything. Even when no one notices . . . I know. I am […]
Read MoreYesterday I wrote about having written 50 days of posts about trying to get in tune all the aspects of me that contribute to a capacity to write. This was in my closing: Another day, another idea. Perhaps the next big writing idea will be the one that grows into something worthy of saving, worthy […]
Read MoreI’m feeling encouraged. On my way. On the road. No clarity in the destination, but that feeling that if I keep on keeping on it will appear in the distance. A map will form itself with navigation to move me from this point to that point.I may not be sure what is going to pour forth from mind into word. But here is the crux of what I’ve learned in the first month. I don’t need that clarity to begin. […]
Read MoreThe good news? My laptop works again. The bad news? I’ve been distracting myself for hours from this evil white empty page. Creating distractions doesn’t make it go away. Forming thoughts, words, sentences – that’s what helps. I’ve always felt I was a better editor than a writer. Give me a draft and I can […]
Read MoreI do know this. I am not a digital native. I am not a millennial. I was technically born into Generation X. This occasionally bothers me when I go to a seminar where an expert rambles on about the defining characteristics of Generation X, as X rarely ever seems to mark the spot for me. […]
Read MoreI’ve areas of my life where I track on a single facet of the whole festival that is me.
I’ve times in my life where I hunker down and focus deeply on one part of me.
My self-identity is a convergence. I’m fairly certain yours is as well. […]