On the subject of overcoming obstacles in your path that turn out to be greater than you expected…
Eating an Elephant

On the subject of overcoming obstacles in your path that turn out to be greater than you expected…

Thinking again about the creative process again. I watched the Oscars last night and finally completed revising my manuscript today. I cannot stop thinking about the necessity of momentum with regards to creation.
Every single artist, performer, writer and so on is called on to create again and again. The truth is that completing your project does not mark the crossing of the finish line, only a finish line. It’s onward, full steam ahead, to the next project.

Feeling better today! Not 100% yet, but still better–hence the double posting.
I was thinking today about goals, deadlines, and the inevitable transformative processes that occur throughout our lives. When do they happen? When does change actually occur within us and upon our lives in a meaningful and significant way? How do we rise to meet these changes, or not as the case may be?
My father is fond of saying that good luck is simply preparation meeting opportunity. I like this idea. I like the notion of creating our own opportunities. Being sick has made me feel like my aim is off regarding the opportunities I’ve been trying to prepare for. I was struck today by a sudden and intense sensation that change is soon to be upon me, that all that I’ve worked for is soon to reach a point of climax. Can any of us ever really be prepared for that?

Today’s title comes courtesy of my loving, wonderful bride.
I took a much needed and unplanned self-care day to recuperate. I had no idea how tired I was and the rest has not only done me a ton of good, hopefully getting me back on top of my game, but it also inspired today’s poem.
Today I rested. Tomorrow, I attack my tasks and pursue my goals with vigor.

Chasing dreams today. Always chasing dreams. And I’m going to keep on chasing them.

I put the final words down on my latest manuscript last week and thought I could get all of my revisions ready for my copy editor by the end of the weekend. Boy was I wrong! Got me thinking about expectations and the way the last part of any journey or process is always the most difficult. For me anyway. Anyone else find that to be true? Getting started, that’s easy. Following through? I’m getting better.

YIKES! I changed up things today and abandoned my routines and systems. The result? I completely forgot about writing today’s poem until just a few moments ago!
It’s funny how a little change can lead to things slipping away and the very recognition of that loss can serve as inspiration for recovering what was forgotten and building upon it.

Had an encounter with a remarkably romantic gentleman just moments before writing this. Touched my heartstrings and inspired this poem for my own bride.

My bride is home–cannot tell you enough how ecstatic that makes me. She’s definitely my touchstone. While she was away, I slipped from my routine and things I meant to get done quickly ended up takin much longer. Today, waking up with her, I was able to leap right back into things and completed a major milestone with one project and took the first major step in another, unrelated project. The momentum of completing the one fed into the other, which is the inspiration for today’s poem.
Speaking of inspiration and poetry, the first contest I’ll be looking to enter is called Wergle Flomp. Sound interesting? Sign up for The Daily Poet and I’ll tell you about it in our next newsletter! This one looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun.

You ever have your whole day planned out? You’re proud of it. Know that you’re going to be productive. Pleased that you’ve managed to work everything together just so. Why, your schedule is practically a work of art.
Then a phone call. Good news or bad. Disruption. The plans are shattered and you’re left rushing forward through the day trying to pick up as many of the original pieces as you can along the way. Blessings in disguise and lessons to be learned here.
