Hi. I’m sick. And not the “cough cough” “achoo achoo” “oh, poor baby” sick. No, I’m the crawl-into-bed want-my-mommy-to-bring-me-chicken-noodle-soup-and-rub-my-back kind of sick. This kind of sickness doesn’t hit me frequently, but when it does, it tries to knock me flat on the floor.
365 days ago, I couldn’t wait until my dad arrived in San Francisco. I was still getting settled in, hadn’t made many friends, and was looking forward to the familiarity of my family coming to town to celebrate my Birthday.
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Years Day.” – Edith Lovejoy Pierce
It doesn’t even feel like it should be Christmas this weekend.
Sometimes I think life moves too fast that you can’t even stop and take a breath, even during the holidays. I missed the Union Square tree lighting this year, and perhaps that was my “tradition” to kick off the holiday season in my new home — San Francisco.
Today’s #reverb10 prompt is incredibly timely — I had already began drafting this blog post and now I have an excuse to push it to publication. I’m going to try not to get sappy here, but I have a huge THANK YOU I have got to get off my chest.
Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?
Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year.
“Writing. What do you do each say that doesn’t contribute to your writing — and can you eliminate it?”
