I wanted to write again. And all it took was one word, "Yip".
Of course the story surrounding that one word that blasted the obstructive 'spanner' from my brain's idea making machine is one of self-sabotage, delusion and denial and is not important. But the result has left me dancingly happy, fill of hope and free.
|Scruffy, my 14-year-old puppy started|
dancing with me!
That is happiness.
Sometimes we get so caught up in our misery that we begin to feed it so that it grows to engulf us. We become so lost in misery that even if we adjust our perspective to face the sun, the joy it brings is shortlived.
And yesterday, the word "Yip" blasted away that misery in the same way George Clooney's character, Lyn, in Men Who Stare at Goats burst the cloud in the sky. Hopefully, this is all I needed. Hopefully this happiness will remain.
Yesterday I disgruntledly began this blog after a woman told me that the only way to write was to write. I didn't know what to write about; I thought of a million reasons why I should not write. Today, it seems less daunting. The woman told me that I should commit to writing one piece every day for a year. Being the commitment phobe that I am, writing every day for a year seems impossible. So I will attempt writing every day for a month... about things that inspire me in some way or the other.
|All stretched out, cats really do have the life|