Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Telling the truth Tuesday - Ups and Downs
Monday was the beginning of a new time in my life. My time. There are no more parents to caretake. My son is a grown man, leading his own life. There are no grandchildren. I am in awe of what that means. Aside from daily chores and responsibilities, I get to choose how I use my time. I know I've written about this recently, but truly, it's a mind-boggling concept.
I lingered in bed after the alarm went off for hubby. Ah, there will be no guilt allowed that he still has to go to a job while I get to choose how to spend my time. And if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you in Brookilyn. But I'll get over it.
What I want to do is write--but I want to do it in a way that is organic to me and my process. So I am just going to melt into this time of freedom that is a gift, a window of opportunity that I pray will be used wisely.
So how did my first day go? I stayed in my jammies till 9:30 am. While in my jammies, I ate breakfast, did my bloggydom responsibilities, and practiced singing. Got dressed and did my walk. So by 10:15 two of my three "commitments" were accomplished. Still had pretty much the whole day to "write." Phone rang. My sister of the heart -- we needed to catch up with one another. One hour later, it was lunch time. I had 4 hours left to "write." I think I'll keep you wondering whether I did it or not. (Shucks, I am trying to learn how to write fiction, after all).