New Year’s Day has come and gone, January is passing quickly. Here I am, struggling with my resolutions. The New Year starts off fresh and hopeful, but the minutiae of daily life quickly bogs me down. It is still January, the hopefulness of a fresh start is lingering for a few more days. So here I am. That resolution to write more, craft at least one satisfactory blog post a month. . .
The upside, it is still January. Maybe I should master something simpler? For example, I could resolve to check pants’ pockets for tissue, before I do laundry. The embarrassment of sending my family out into the world with tiny bits of paper decorating their posteriors is catching up with me.
Since I have started blogging, I often ask, what makes a “good” blog post? What constitutes good writing? Verbosity? Photographs? Humor? Sincerity? I have mastered verbosity, I can sling B.S., string big words together giving the appearance of intelligence. I rely on readers, to validate my writing. I’m not a true writer, my writing is not born of a pure and independent desire to write, read or unread. I rely on readers, to validate my writing. Feedback and shared reflections stoke my desire to produce,
Nonetheless, I want every post to grow from a place of authenticity, I want to write only what I know. More often than not these posts, spew onto the page with minimal thought. Occasionally, they grow from kernels of thoughts, incubated in my head while I walk or ride the wide open spaces.
So today, I rediscover my resolution. I will more mindful in cultivating my creativity. Life is a beautiful gift, I want to be present and document my gift through the creativity of writing, craft, and art. Rediscover the extraordinary in ordinary events. I begin today, by reminding myself of my intention. What are your resolutions?