Over the last several days I've been writing up a list of things I want to do this year.
Sounds simple enough right?
Apparently not.
When I got the bulk of it done, I looked it over and realized that it all looked really…. safe. Sort of mediocre. Well, maybe not mediocre, but definitely low expectation items.
Miss Tick left a comment on here a couple of days ago, which included these words: "for if our dreams don’t scare us, they are not big enough."
I've been thinking about it ever since.
It's made me think about 'dreams' in general. What does that really mean?
Daydreams? Desires? Pipe dreams? Wishful thinking? Goals?
Goals sounds so businesslike. Feh.
Daydreams … that sounds like something lazy.
Pipe dreams… I don't smoke a pipe.
Wishful thinking… sort of reminds me of the psychiatric slant on things… they call it 'magical thinking'. Not good for your mental health.
(What mental health?)
I'm not listening……!
Desires.
Now there I think we come a little closer to the heart of the matter.
Desires of the heart.
Maybe the reason I'm not writing down big, grandiose things on my yearly to-do list is because in so many ways, I HAVE the desires of my heart already.
Peace. Contentment. Friends. Family. Access to wool and all its creative potential. A patch of earth to tend and keep. Connection to nature. Not tame nature either, wild, unpredictable, a little dangerous nature. [Did I mention the bear tracks I saw on my last trip to the creek?]
The one thing I think that DOES scare me a little is writing. I've been struggling with Violet. I don't know why I should be afraid. It's only a story after all. Just a little tale.
And honestly, my writing here on the blog has not exactly been all that exciting either. Many pardons.
I'm in a little funk about it because I spent a few spare moments reading some of the stuff I wrote here a few years ago, and it sounds way better than what's on here lately.
So, I'm contemplating what it would look like if this was not only the year of "No Excuses", but "My Year of Blogging Dangerously".
A friend and I are going to read the second book in The Artist's Way series called, "Walking In This World". We start in a few weeks. Perhaps this will uncork the bottle of my writer's genie.
We shall see.
(God save me from all this 'new beginning' stuff.)
Too bad for you ( ), God is the AUTHOR of new beginnings.
Ergo, let us begin.
(Oh crap.)
