Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Yep. The first day. Of what? Well, hopefully of my ability to be a more productive human being. But probably just the first day that I recognize that something needs to change. That I have been lazy and allowing life to just rush on past me without enjoying and being in every day of it.
I won’t sit here and say that I am back, because I’ve done that before and guess what? I LIED! What I will say is that as I was going through some things the other day, I came across something that meant something to me. A piece of writing. Something that I did on assignment at a writing class that reminded me that not only was I pretty good at this writing thing but that I love what I write. Not always, but usually. I love what I write. I love to write. And I need to write…that is the more important thing. I have things that need to get right on out of me to make myself work better.
And thus, the tie in to the first paragraph!
In order for me to live each day instead of living through each day, I need to write about it, remember it, define it as it’s own little place in history. For that is my purpose, my calling. Or at least I feel as if it could be.
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It’s 9 am and time once again to take some medicine to fight the nasty head cold I have contracted over the weekend.
The kids are well into their first day of a new school year, Teensy in second grade and Bubba in third. Where has the time gone? How did those little babies grow and flourish into small adults without my noticing? How did they become such responsible little people who could dress and feed themselves before getting a ride off to school? I barely remember the vibrating bouncer in front of “Clifford, the Big Red Dog” on the TV screen. Or the big brown eyed baby that smiled with her entire face. I barely remember my babies. Because now I have small people. Real people. Children with attitudes and personalities larger than the one I possess. Larger than life little beings that will leave their marks upon this world. And for that, I wish. That is my hope. Leave your make, dear ones. Leave your mark.
The laundry has dinged, the bed is unmade, the dishes are screaming for attention. Things to be done, no time to dally. I must part ways now. For if I sit here too much longer, FaceBook will have surely captured my fancy yet again and I will find 11 o’clock having come way too quick for comfort. Flies to kill and cookies to make (hopefully not all together!), the to-do list grows by leaps and bounds every second I remain in this position. So on my feet I am headed and you on your way. Tomorrow we may meet again…but surely I cannot say. For I do not know the future. Unfortunately. :)
Enjoy your day, dear readers of mine. I will try to do the same.
