Adrift on Life’s stream
Rapids tossing the canoe
Oars drifting away
Window eye level
City lights blurring
Greens into yellows
Yellows into Whites
Hypnotic, lulling me
Somewhere into myself
A late post today. Spent most of the day in the city and this is what I wrote on my commute home.
A little thunder
Shaking the concrete jungle
Is Mother Nature
Jabbing her elbow in my
Ribs, reminding me what’s real
“We’re in paradise,” they said. “Unhappiness doesn’t exist here.”
As they smiled and ruffled my hair,
I felt darkness overtake
The last bastions of light
In my soul.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re in paradise.”
Picture by: Gerald Friedrich
There was the flap of wings and then a thud on the bench beside him. “It’s been a while,” a voice said.
Viz shrugged. “Only a few centuries, brother.”
“Because you do your job poorly,” his brother snapped. “Speaking of which, where is your ward?”
He gestured towards the woman he’d been staring at. She was sitting at a ragged park table, crying. “There.”
His brother scoffed. “At least it’s alive this time. Do you know how annoying it was to wait—what was it again—a few centuries for it to reincarnate?”
A man approach his ward. She wiped her face and stood, mumbling an apology. The man embraced her. “It’s all right,” Viz heard him say. His ward went rigid. Then, sobbed on the man’s shoulder.
His brother groaned. “Well, that’s finally done.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
Picture by: Jodi McKinney
It’s odd not feeling. It’s like having a tight ball sit above the heart, its form writhing like a baby in the womb. Desperate for air. For life. When that ball unwraps itself, something bursts out and fills me despite my pleas.
It’s them, I realize as they incapacitate me. It’s them. The feelings. They’re back.
They’re like a rapid
Current plummeting the shore
A merciless force
Photo by: Patrick Jennings
We’re ending the second week of January and I’m just now writing one of these posts. Procrastination 101, guys!
Though, giving myself time to think about what I want to do and if I can do it was helpful. If we were having coffee, I’d complain about the silliness of making resolutions and why they don’t work for me.
I set goals that are too big!
The timeline for a resolution is in the name. A YEAR. Huge right? …not! But my idiot self will set goals so big that it takes a ton of time to complete them. When anything is too daunting for me to do, I procrastinate and it’ll be too late by the time I get to them.
Life gets in the way.
This is how I interpret my reality: there’re the things I want to do and then there’s life. Life doesn’t care about my ambitions; in fact, it doesn’t care I exist. It does what it wants!
So when life happens, my resolutions slip out of focus (what’s more important: building an author platform or figuring out how to pay that bill you don’t have money for? Exactly. The
To be fair, this is true for any goal. Finding a balance in our lives is a part of being human.
Resolutions? More like a wish list.
This is the main issue. My resolutions don’t acknowledge my reality. I give no thought on how I will complete my goals only that I want to (Write 50 books in a year? Hell yeah! Wait…).
I also forget that things don’t happen cause I want them to. Like, just because I want to get published in every magazine doesn’t mean that editors are going to collective think: Oh, this writer is ambitions and wants to be published in my magazine. I can see she has a ton of talent and is a goddess on the page. Let’s publish her!
So what’s a girl supposed to do?
I stopped making resolutions. It became disheartening to finish a year without accomplishing anything I set out to do.
But…I’m trying again this year with a twist. I’ve made doable quarter goals (January – April) with realistic expectations. My goals are:
- Read 2 Books (1 every two months)
- Freewrite for 15 minutes a day (total 1635 minutes or 27 hours)
- Post daily except on Sundays (total 91 posts)
- Out of bed by 8am 50% of the time
- Outline and Draft “Drowning in Your Sins” (a web serial 🙂 )
- Obtain a driver’s license
- Create a newsletter
I did something like this in 2016 and all I had to do was complete half of them. So that’s 3-4 goals for this quarter.
In case you’re curious, my 2018 “resolution” was to be fearless. Here’s what I accomplished:
- I learned to play the piano
- I earned two degrees
- I’ve let others read my work (poetry and flash)
- I bought the “Inky Tavern” domain name
- I made some awesome friends
- I held onto a job
- I redesigned my blog so that it accurately represents me as a writer
Wish me luck and see you in the next coffee share!
He passed her crossing a busy intersection on his way home. Her arms clasping her sides, shielding herself from the night’s air. Her dark eyes peered from under the sweater’s hood when he mumbled, “Hello.”
She looked away and walked faster. Rude, but he understood. She was probably like him, retreating to her sanctuary after a day of dealing with the world.
He saw her again on the balcony across from his. She was sweaterless, but the frigid cold didn’t seem to bother her. She was simply watching the snowfall. Vulnerable to the icy wind around her, yet beautiful.
Photo by: Filip Gielda