Let’s face it, the year 2021 is coming to an end rather soon. Sure, there are 147 days left to 2021. Depending on your perspective that may seem to be a lot of days left to this “covid/delta/vaccine/unmask/remask” year. Or it may seem to be too little days left letting you wonder what can you get done this year.
Before this year, I had written over 1,800 days in a row. Then this year full of promise came in with much hesitation and fogginess. And, just like that I lost my writing drive.
I’m hope that on this the 218th day of the year, which actually marks 150 days of writing for me, that my writing drive kicks up. I would love to keep writing everyday till the end of the year. I would be greatly tickled if I got my book started. I would be on my way, if I get my consulting proposal going.
These 150 days of writing have contained bits of working through a fog. Some insightful words. Some throwaway words. Yet the words jumbled together piece a quilt of emotions. Perhaps the words to come today will bring me further. Or so is the hope.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Psychology, society, writing
psychologistmimi 
Thank you for sharing this. For me, there are times when the potentiation is at the bursting point, and just before a change, I find myself passionless and contemplative. It often feels as though I “lost” something, but it’s really the moment the seed bursts and new life begins. The human process is endlessly fascinating.
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3909, Thanks For the Reminder For A Count of
Days of Consecutive Writing Online Since
11/25/2010, Thanks Giving Day That Day
And i Will Dance And Sing More
Even More During Pandemic
Days As Of Course i Don’t
Work For Money That Lends
me Totally Free With No Debts to Pay…
Celebrating 9.6 MiLLioN Words of A Longest
Long Form Poem “SonG oF mY SoUL” on an 8 Year
Anniversary Date of 8.18.2021, Which of Course Now
Is An Anthology, A Copy And Paste, as to the Happiness
To Some and the Chagrin of Others Even Writing Whole Blog
Posts ‘Crying’ Over For what they’ve Seen of my Style on Other
Folk’s Blogs Even
Coming into
The Comments
Section Of Others And
Directly Attacking me Behind
Faceless Avatars of Course
Eyes Without A Face only A Mouth
of Suggesting What i Do is Non-Sense
While Other Reviews Are Basically Honey
Flow More As True i’ve Also Had Blog Posts
Dedicated to me That Are Titled “A Beautiful Soul”
Never By A Dude of Course hehe, As ‘Right Brain
Metaphor Think’ is More
Limited to Women
In Social-Empathic-
Artistic Spiritual
Intelligences
Out of the
Deadline Mind
in ‘Left Brain
Metaphor of
Mechanical
Cognition’ Now
And Even in Our
Westernized Capital
Ways of Only Buy And
Sell Copyright Life of Course
Everything is for Buy and Sell Now
True Limited to NuMBeRS of Dollar
Bills Lost and Found More Until all
Of Life Goes NumBeR NumB True
i Love Numbers too Sacred And Holy
Symbols i Create Meaning And Purpose For
Them too… Oh Lord, thing About Not Working for
Pay Some Days it Will Be Just So Hard to Even
Type Fast Enough to Open Up the River Enough to
Fill the Ocean Still To Come.. Meanwhile NoW in Truly
Paradise
Of Beauty
Beware the
Locals Who Worship
Life After Death More than
The Sanctity of This Living Breath
Sad Self-Fulfilling Prophecy on ‘5th
Avenue’ of LA Lower Alabama Extending to
A Florida Panhandle True in False of Light too…
Just More Muse Double Vaccinated And Masked
Safe From the Ignorance That Pollutes Beauty of
Loving Life’s Breath Now… “Consulting” That Sounds
Like A Potential
Escape So Much
From Four Walls
And A Ceiling Restricting
All Of Who Will Still Come to Be
Best Wishes Fair Winds And Following Seas…
Anyway i’m Just Here Procrastinating Finishing
Putting Together Now the Multi-Media of Another
Macro-Verse, 62,926 Words, “A Really Balancing
String of Numbers” Just Another Shot in
The DarK oF Creativity into LiGHT
“SaiL On LoVE NoW” Putting
The Current ‘Ail in Sail’ And
Sale Still Sailing
A Way of Love
On Now While
Others Are Stuck On Selling…
The Dance Hall Is Closed with
All the Extraverted Open Minded Folks
For Safe Delta Variant Unmasked Dance
Yet There is Nature With All the Rain We’ve
Had So Green And Colorful Just Outside my
Back Door and through this 24 Inch Window
No Dark And Stormy Nights Days Currently in
my Garden of Eden Forest Life Just Pan i am
Currently Wild Loving Naked Free
Whole, Complete,
Enough
Nature
SMiles
Green With
All Colors Free
Hehe, And Thanks
For Allowing A Space From New
York, New York, For me to Sing to my SoUL Free…
Of Course Inspired By What You Bring This Seems
More Like A
Meaning and
Purpose of Life
For Real Now
Than Buy
And Sell
to me
From the
Purview of
Course Free From A
Great Green Dead Dollar Bill God…
Yet of Course if that God Dies Who
Does All the Real Work to Save Lives You Do…
A Balance As Always Working Ourselves to Death
to Eventually Live…
At Best
A Golden
Age Who
Truly Feels Free…
Sure i Did my 33 Years too…
Heaven Always Feel Nicer After Hell…
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It has been a tough couple of years on creating. Writing has suffered for me but so had my arts and music bits, too. It seems my knitting was the only thing getting done. Maybe because it was an automatic thing to do. I didn’t have to think about it. I didn’t try to learn new patterns either.
Recently, I took up something totally new to me, just to open up my mind. For me the recorder was to improve my breath control. At least it has pulled me out of a bit of the rut.
Blogging, however creative or not so much, has kept my writer chops aware of what they used to do a lot.
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