Finally, and All About Floundering



Patience. It took a lot of patience, but I finally got a picture of the bluejay in the backyard. Only took over a year.

Getting this picture was also a catalyst for blogging. Write is a verb, and it’s an action word that sits in the back of my mind poking at me, prodding me to take action. I hesitate far too often. Why? Because even though I am constantly thinking about writing, I never seem to “find” the time to do it. I’m learning it is not about finding the time, but rather making the time.

Just like the bluejays, I fly away the instant something distracts me or jars me from my thoughts. Elusive, those thoughts that run together creating a cohesive twist of words describing what is on my mind at any given moment. I need to capture them just like the photo of the bluejay. Snag them, make them hold still for just a few moments while I use them to paint the picture in my head.

Say what?

I flounder.

And Now a Few Words …

Okay, maybe more than “a few” … some thoughts and concepts …

~ You will never “find the time”; you have to “make the time.”

~ I suck when it comes to figuring out where to put punctuation in relation to quotation marks. Anyone else have that issue? Any pointers (something I’ll remember)?

~ It’s impossible to grow old gracefully when you’re working around a bunch of 20- and 30-somethings. Nope, it ain’t gonna happen. All you can think about is your graying hair and your expanding waistline.

~ Some of the best thunderstorms pass through in the middle of the night when you’re asleep. Sometimes you get lucky and a loud clap of thunder will wake you just in time for the storm’s end.

~ You’re never too old to learn something; you simply have to be open to the pssibility that there’s a better ( or faster, or less expensive) way to do something you’ve done all your life.

Expect more of this as my brain exudes thoughts …