Last year was terrible in oh so many ways.
Like many other creative people, the constant negativity took a toll on my what I did. If you’re a reader of this blog or even my articles, you’d know that my productivity was low.
Very low.
To the point of almost non-existent. And that made me sad, because I live by writing.
But how on earth could I write happy stories (and I do consider myself to be a happy storyteller) when the world appeared to be falling apart? When my family and friends are threatened at every moment?
I fully admit that I wasn’t the best at creating boundaries. At protecting my creative self from the constant onslaught of political madness.
2018 is going to be different (even though it appears to have started off with *several* bangs). Time on Social Media is going to be curtailed (Note, I’m putting my head in the sand, just regulating how much I’m exposed to.)
I want to write. I want to write a lot more than I did last year. Writing is what keeps me balanced. Writing is what gives me breath.
I have plans to write up my travel adventures, the experiences I had with my mom, and I also want to resurrect the stories from when I decluttered my house from top to bottom (and got rid of over 5,000 pounds of unwanted STUFF.)
I have plans.
This Christmas I got eleven new journals from my family.
Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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