Wednesday, January 4, 2017

a day in my life

There's Facebook and Instagram and Twitter. 

Linked In. 

A Facebook fan page. 

A blog. 

My website. 

Writing for Huffington Post about education. 

A book idea glimmer about sexism. 

Figuring out how to sell a screen play. 

Running a consulting business. 

Designing websites. 

Then Trump Puppet Theater - political commentary/satire and with its own facebook, twitter, Instagram website. 

And oh, regular life: parenting, exercising, seeing friends, walking dogs, etc. 

Meditation. Walking 10k steps a day. Knitting to keep anxiety at bay.

Sigh.

I can't do it all every day. But feel like I should be able to.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

new year

It's been challenging to get into a writing groove these days. I keep meaning to commit and then life (mostly the election) gets in the way and I'm working to stay calm and balanced, not looking to delve deep and rock my boat at all.

But in the midst of that, of giving up heading up any and all volunteer endeavors, of sending one child off to college, or working hard not to worry about what's next, next things are appearing.

I expanded my knitting boundaries.

There's a creative outlet Etsy shop in the works with my talented kid.

My first screenplay is done and my writing partner and I are thinking new projects.

A new book idea appeared out of nowhere that's exactly what I should be delving into right now.

I found a creative vent for my political angst.

I'm getting there.

Better yet, I'm thawing out from years of borderline creativity block and finding my way.

Whew.

Bring it 2017. I'm ready.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

creativity

After a dry spell, a dearth, a vista of emptiness, I'm feeling glimmers of creativity. 

Who knows if this will last. 

But grateful to be dipping my toe into this pool again. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

puppets


Today I don't have anything to say. So I thought I'd make things instead. And that's helping even if it's only a tiny bit. 

Stay tuned. More to come.

Monday, November 14, 2016

complacency

Sigh.

Ok.

Where to begin. What to say.

There is too much to say and there are also no words. The feeling that the world has been torn apart over the past few days is an understatement. Watching feelings come out of the woodwork, people divided. Politeness and empathy often left in the dust of panic. All valid and warranted.

There's palpable fear. Anger. Trepidation.

I had more than one moment of worrying about what I put out into the world. Tiny me, on my insignificant blog, in my tweets nobody reads, thought the worst more than once.

But I've come to realize we have to speak. We have to voice what we're feeling, our frustration, our discontent, our disgust.

We have to shout.

WE. HAVE. TO. SHOUT.

And that's not something I, or many I know, are used to. I'm used to polite, to quiet, to calm discussion.

Those days are over.

Many of us are being fundamentally challenged for the very basis of who we are.

We can't change. We shouldn't change.

We won't change.

And the universe needs to keep hearing that.

Fuck complacency.

And watch out world.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

helpers


With all that's going on in the world, this keeps coming back to me: 

When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” ― Fred Rogers

To me, that is a profound and powerful and positive thought.

It's scary out there right now. Everyone has their own ways of supporting. No one should be judging or shaming others on how they want to help. That angry energy could and should be channeled towards something other than divisiveness and judgement.

I hope people can soon come together instead of looking for ways to tear things even more apart.


Saturday, November 12, 2016

angry (change 1)

Yeah. I'm angry.

Frustrated.

Disheartened.

Disillusioned.

Disenfranchised.

Sad.

Actually, heartbroken.

I feel voiceless.

Powerless.

Lost.

Overwhelmed.

While I'm generally a looker at the bright side, a glass mostly full, a silver lining kind of person, today I woke up and wasn't.

I will be again.

But not right now.

What I'm going to do is write every day. Every single day. My next project came to me and I know what I've got to start researching and formulating and putting out into the world.

That will help.

So will knowing it's ok to feel like this.