I am having more trouble writing this blog than I can remember ever having with a post. What is it? Is it that there were 25 of us in attendance and I don’t want to self-consciously gush? Don’t know. Anyway, I am fortunate to have been there. Maybe the trouble I’m having is that I am seeing another world of writers, a community of people sharing and helping. Instead of the old idea of a writer holed up in solitude, intent on expressing individuality, I see people who love all of what writing is about, including other writers. This distinctive quality is obvious throughout the California Writers Club. It’s a simple example of how large the world really is.
Jane Glendinning
This could be called ‘Spamming’, or better yet, ‘Wondering’…When I log on to write a blog I know that I will be faced with hundreds of messages, and not one is worth a glance.
Does anyone actually read that stuff? Do the people who send them out ever sell anything?
As for blogging….I was surprised to see it’s been almost a month since my last post. Just as a check-in, life is good. I am learning so much lately. A gigantic change is coming into my life. I’ve known this for awhile. There are some parts of my life I’ve wanted to change for some time, without knowing how. These things, parts, now seem to be unraveling on their own. I don’t know what’s next, except I completely trust it will be better than where I’ve been.
Jane Glendinning
Maybe this should be called, Stop Asking Questions.
As one who tries to collaborate—-eeerrrrr, maybe that’s not quite it. As one who takes a long time to check things out, I tend to let others make decisions, thinking that the process is one that they are familiar with so that they would have the correct answer.
I can really end up using too much time for that. I am just going to run with a few things. If I step on toes, let someone speak up.
Jane Glendinning
Another cool, rainy day here. Good day to stay in and catch-up. The dog woke me too early this morning, so here I am standing at the computer, cleaning out about 400 spam messages. Wouldn’t it be nice to know how to keep those from coming in?
This past Saturday I attended a creativity workshop held by Mary Knippel of the Women’s National Book Association.
When workshops are good, and productive, the time flies by. Saturday went by so quickly and I came home with a better idea of what I need to do to get where I want to be. I am very grateful for people who are willing to share their experience. Not only do I know I am not alone when I hear their story, I receive inspiration from them hearing about their journey.
Just for today, I will not get emotionally involved with politics, supreme court rulings, or state elections.
Sometimes I wonder if there is really some vast conspiracy against an individual being happy and content? If there is, no matter how it’s camoflauged, I’m no longer participating.
Jane Glendinning
This upset my mother more than me, as I had been almost expecting such a thing to happen.
Running errands a couple of weeks ago, I stopped for a semi fast food lunch. At the checkout, without missing a beat, the cashier said, ‘senior discount’ and pressed the appropriate key before I could open my mouth.
“You’re the first to give me that discount, I’m not, and I’ll take it,” I told her. She apologized 2 or 3 times.
The appearance part of aging, what to say about that? I’m only 1/2 way through this journey, another 54 years to go! So much to do, to enjoy. Worried about looking older? The real concern is self-care. I’ve understood since I was in my very early 20′s that the worry was more of people who like to tell a person how they should look. People I knew (friends?) told me I would soon need an eye lift when I was about 22. My real lesson from comments like this one is to work toward better health, happiness, peace of mind. With these aspects of my life in place, the correct decision for myself, in any area, is likely.
Jane Glendinning
Early morning, even though I was up late last night. Sleep comes unevenly. One night eight or nine hours, the next night 5 or 6. I want to get up early, get some things done, watch the sun rise. Be involved with my own life in a way that is more than the sense of being swept along by what I need. I have more fun when I choose and weigh the options, piece by piece.
Jane Glendinning
It’s Christmas Eve and I arrived at my mother’s in a rush, late, stressed, and I was soon snapping at people for pretty much no reason. Rewind about an hour and a half; I was home finishing up gift wrapping and had a cup of hot tea. I’ve been staying away from the splenda/sucralose because I noticed mood swings when I used it. A big part of me thought it was ridiculous to think something like an artificial sweetener could throw me into a funk or snapping anger so fast. After my display this evening, I am convinced and am going to throw the box out tonight. I love sweets. And, I really love drinking hot and sweet tea. I may have to drink it unsweetened most of the time, which wouldn’t be a bad thing. Now and then sweetening with honey or agave will be OK. No matter what people say, I don’t think honey is that good for you, either. I don’t think it’s much better than refined sugar, actually. But using sugar, honey, agave occasionally is better than this chemically induced craze I feel now.
Jane Glendinning
Checking through my garage for Christmas cards, wrapping paper, etc., getting ready for the holidays, I came across all of my tree ornaments. I haven’t had a Christmas tree in years.
With things being, generally, tighter this year, and regular reminders of this state whereever you turn, it seems this is the perfect year for the short term investment of a live tree to decorate and to admire. The last time I went to a tree lot is beyond my memory. During a visit to the tree lot last night, and finding myself surrounded by that wonderful scent of fresh trees, that familiar sense of ‘what took me so long’ came back.
That sense, for me, has consistantly been a sign of positive and welcome progress.
Jane Glendinning
