Word Vomit

I HATE not having words to write when I want to write....
On the other hand... I'm quite smiley this evening. Little things happen.

Sun-Kissed

How does time feel like forever on some days?? It seems as if so much has crawled past me in a few days that I can't even remember the last time I wrote. When was my last poem? My last jotted thought? My last note, my last attempt? And whatever happened to my novel? Yes, I said novel. I'm not even alcohol consuption legal and I'm attempting a novel.
Although these days it seems as if just about everyone is writing a novel, but only if you're the daughter of someone famous or have connections can you get it published. Doesn't keep me from trying though.

I've discovered though I have trouble writing in the Midwest. My muse is the Ocean waves. I miss my summer. My mornings at the beach, my 'early riser' beach diner breakfast for $3.95. I miss the sun and the sea breeze. I miss my sun-kissed freckles, my natural tan. I hate having to dry my hair straight when I used to let the salt water create the waves. I even miss the sand collecting in every crevice of my car and house and clothes. Most days I just miss it.

Life is good and simple in the Midwest but it's just different than the shore.

Succeeding in Life

"To know that one person has breathed easier because you have lived-- that is to have succeeded."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson


I've come to a point in life where there is a big fork in the road, a major choice and I am the only the one who can decide it. There's a career way and then there's a side where I can live. Two major opportunities, both that sound wonderful, but I can't have two lives.
I was thinking about this quote from Emerson (I love what he has to say sometimes) and it just strikes me. I want to live. I want to not know what tomorrow will bring, but instead to take it for all it's worth. To make the risks, to make the choice I need too without having to worry about everything like money, or time, or stress. I want to live because God tells us that when we do, when we live for him, we affect the lives of so many people. We don't even know. I anticipate the day in heaven when a stranger comes up to me and says thank you. And I have no clue who they are or what I've done.
I don't want to go through life just for a career and money. Though I would enjoy a very good, fancy job, that's not what living is to me. I want to enjoy life without stress. To travel, to do the impossible (because nothing is impossible), to get married, and live a life of spontaneity.
When you don't know who what is coming next; what exactly God is going to put in your path....that is to have succeeded.

Just a thought

God is beautiful. And good.


And I love life. Even if tomorrow is the yuckiest day on earth. I still love life.

We do not deserve the daily blessings we receive, but in his beauty, they still come.