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I am going to write more
Sep. 27th, 2010 11:18 pmI'm finding that my writing has become rusty, I'm forgetting how to spell some fundamental words, and the thing I spent years doing daily is now starting to accumulate webs around the edges and feel awkward in my hands.
This I do not like.
So, in the spirit of 'the best way to get better at something is to do it' I will write.
These days there is tumult and chaos aplenty, as well as a class on navel-gazing of the professional kind. Specifically, a Transitions Career Exploration course that I'm involved in to help me find a career that doesn't leave me feeling sleazy and/or unhappy at the end of the day. In the midst of all this, I am full-stopping to look inward and see all the gears, cogs, wires, nerves, hamsters, and lurking grilled cheese components that make up my innards, drive my thought processi and make me tick.
It is interesting. I have tried over the last few years to do some of this on my own but it has been damnably hard for me to do anything for/about myself for ages. This has left me setting aside the work on myself at the drop of a hat to help others with their crisi whilst I slowly sunk deeper and deeper into dysfunction. Now that I can see the workings, it is looking somewhat easier to tinker with them and motivate myself towards more self-serving goals.
Anyway, in my class there's a guy named Dave who is an aspiring writer. Last week he brought in a piece of poetry he wrote about how the introspection is casting a rather dim light on the years he has spent working mediocre jobs to pay bills. He is rather upset about some of what he is discovering and expressed himself quite well in a piece of midnight poetry that the teacher asked to be able to publish into the school material. I was quite flattered to have him ask me to edit it before the final version was handed in!
I'm losing focus now so I'll wrap it here and continue tomorrow - when I'll be able to ride my bike again!
This I do not like.
So, in the spirit of 'the best way to get better at something is to do it' I will write.
These days there is tumult and chaos aplenty, as well as a class on navel-gazing of the professional kind. Specifically, a Transitions Career Exploration course that I'm involved in to help me find a career that doesn't leave me feeling sleazy and/or unhappy at the end of the day. In the midst of all this, I am full-stopping to look inward and see all the gears, cogs, wires, nerves, hamsters, and lurking grilled cheese components that make up my innards, drive my thought processi and make me tick.
It is interesting. I have tried over the last few years to do some of this on my own but it has been damnably hard for me to do anything for/about myself for ages. This has left me setting aside the work on myself at the drop of a hat to help others with their crisi whilst I slowly sunk deeper and deeper into dysfunction. Now that I can see the workings, it is looking somewhat easier to tinker with them and motivate myself towards more self-serving goals.
Anyway, in my class there's a guy named Dave who is an aspiring writer. Last week he brought in a piece of poetry he wrote about how the introspection is casting a rather dim light on the years he has spent working mediocre jobs to pay bills. He is rather upset about some of what he is discovering and expressed himself quite well in a piece of midnight poetry that the teacher asked to be able to publish into the school material. I was quite flattered to have him ask me to edit it before the final version was handed in!
I'm losing focus now so I'll wrap it here and continue tomorrow - when I'll be able to ride my bike again!
