Day 31 - More

Today's Blogher blog prompt is "What do you want more of in 2014?"

The answer to that question for me is:  Time.

Well not literally of course.  I mean I get the same 365, 24 hour days as everyone else.  What I mean is that I want to feel like I actually have some of it to spare.  I want to have an hour a day that is unscheduled and is mine to enjoy in whatever way I see fit.  I want to have one weekend each month that isn't full to the brim with planned activities.  I want to have the time to chat over coffee with friends, enjoy a walk through this beautiful city of mine, and stare out over the ocean and daydream.

Of course the only way this is going to happen is if I begin to do less of some things. That is the difficult part. Figuring out what it is I am willing to let go of or put off until later.  While it might exhaust me and wear me out I do love all of the things that I do.  Which means I definitely have some work to do.

Happy New Year to all! May 2014 be prosperous for us all.

Day 30 - What do you want to do less of in 2014??

Today's Blogher blog prompt is "What do you want to do less of in 2014?"

The answer?  Everything.  Well everything except sleep.  I want much more sleep in 2014.

I have always led a busy life but 2013 was the year of doing too much.  I pretty consistently over committed myself and though I generally managed to get everything accomplished, I would not say that 2013 was the year of my best work.

This past fall was my first full time semester.  In order to finish earning my degree in three semesters I enrolled in five classes which in hindsight was not a good plan. While I expect to have at least one mid-semester break down, this past semester I had about four.  I struggled to keep up with homework and projects. My grades suffered and though I ended up with three As and one B, I also received the first C of my college career.  I was never so grateful to have a semester be over.

I overbooked myself creatively.  I am fiercely dedicated to making a success of the troupe I manage. Handling the general management, booking and creative direction is a full-time job.  I also wanted to make sure that I kept up with my solo creative work and I began teaching dance for the first time this year.  I often felt as though I was so busy handling the management of the troupe that my personal creative practice became neglected.  Particularly in the areas of dance and music.  When the fall semester began I had trouble keeping up with my writing and even took a blog hiatus for a time.  Somehow I managed to write a little something every day for that last part of the year.

To earn some extra money, which I desperately needed, I took on a few crochet commissions and taught some classes.  I worked two part-time jobs, which should have been enough to cover expenses but I had some health issues this year and so did my elderly cat which depleted what little savings I had.

As as result of this I felt a lot of stress and exhaustion.  I had practically no social life and struggled greatly with feelings of isolation and loneliness.  I was short fused and grumpy most of the time.  I cried a lot.  I pretty much stopped any exercise outside of what dance practice I could fit in and walking between home and school.  I definitely didn't eat right and I had several nights where it was a glass of wine that got me to bed.  Everything suffered.  I am quite sure that all of this contributed greatly to mental state I find myself in now (which we will sum up as not being in my happy place).

And just to be consistent I'm finishing the year in the same manner.  The past four nights I have been up until the wee hours working on props and costuming for my troupes NYE show.  I'm in that place of exhaustion where I feel like if I stop moving I'll just fall where I stand.

In 2014 I'd like to simply do less.

Day 29 - 2013 makes me want to nap

It's 11:49.  Once again I am creating a last minute blog post.

I spent my evening painting a floor cloth in a red and black checkerboard pattern so that my troupe has a safe and non-slip surface to perform on at our New Year's Eve performance in Boston.  After I post this I will work for another hour or two on costuming for the troupe. The past three nights bed has been 2:00 AM due to working on costuming.

This is nothing new.  I've spent many late nights crafting, working, writing papers and planning shows.  I had very little time this past year for personal projects or rest.

If I had to sum up 2013 in a sentence it would be:  2013 has left me feeling like taking a very, very, very long nap.

Day 28 - First or Last?

I am borrowing from yesterday's Blogher NaBloPoMo blog prompt for this post.  After two nights of 2:00 AM bedtime due to costuming I'm just too pooped to ponder an original post idea.  So...

Which do you enjoy more: the last week of the year, or the first week of the year?

The answer to that question for me is, well, both.   

New Year's Eve is one of my favoritie favorite holidays.  It is probably the one time of year that regardless of how busy I might be, I take the time to reflect on my life.  Attempting to review one's life in its entirety is usually an overwhelming and often depressing proposition but a year is a comfortable amount of time to think about.  A year is short enough to be fresh in our memories when looking back and it is long enough that when we set a goal we'd like to accomplish, a year seems a reasonable amount of time to accomplish it.  

As the year ends I give a lot of thought to what I have accomplished, what habits I want to let go of and what good ones I picked up.  I think of the faces of new friends and those I said goodbye to.  And of course I give a lot of thought what my goals are for the year ahead. 

When midnight on the 31st hits I always toast the year to come.  The days ahead are always a bit heady and exciting with the prospect of new goals and ideas.  

I am often asked why I love New Year's Eve and it has nothing to do with the parties, champagne or midnight kisses (though all of these things are nice).  It is the annual reset button.  It's knowing that no matter where I am now in life, I could be someplace completely different in 365 days.  It's the reminder that nothing is static.  

And this year more than ever I feel like I need the reminder that change is possible.  

Day 27 - Jack English

Today I read the story of Jack English in the Los Angeles Times.  I was so very moved by the story of this man, his wife, his cabin...his life.  I find myself questioning all the time what I should or should not be doing.

Is this right?
What will people think?
What if it's not something I should be doing?
What if it's what I should be doing but I don't?

And then I read about this man who perhaps asked himself the same questions (I can't really know) but who went and lived his life in the way he saw fit.  And on top of it, he seems to do with a loving and open heart.

In the video above he says, "I've lived a good life..."  

I want to be able to say the same thing when I am 94.  I've lived a good life.

Oh, and I'd also gladly live in a cabin in the woods. These days it seems the most appealing way to live that I can think of.

Peace.

Day 26 - A Post About Nothing in Particular

This morning's Blogher blog prompt asks the question of whether or not this Christmas met my expectations. I am not going to answer that question.  Christmas is over and done with and next year I'm going to make plans to be out of town in one way or another hopefully in the company of people I like.

I return to work today after five days of not having to set an alarm clock.  This has been a little bit of heaven and something I could easily get used to.  In fact, this morning when my alarm sounded off I did not recognize it at first.  The harp ringtone that I use sounded distant and foreign.  I was already sort of awake, having been drifting in and out of sleep for an unknown period of time.  I had just drifted in again when the up and down cascade of notes tinkled its way into the dream I was having, reaching my ears as I was wandering the concrete halls of an abandoned industrial building.

My alarm was set for 6:15 but I snooze, snooze, snoozed it until about 7:00 when I realized that if I was to have any sense of focus before logging into work at 8:00 (i.e. - having a cup of coffee made, sipped and working its caffeinated way through my system) I needed to rise and shine.

And so now here I am.  Mostly ready to take on a day which will include working both of my jobs; running some errands in between the two; doing some laundry; a whole freakin' bunch of hand sewing, hopefully some time for dance and music practice; eating and possibly some company in the evening.

A full day lays ahead....but first, I need another cup of coffee.

Day 25 - A Holiday

It is 11:43 PM and I am just beginning today's blog post.  I spent most of today cutting and sewing a set of fleece hats for a show my troupe has coming up next week.  Of ten hats I've completed five and hope to finish the rest tomorrow.

I began the day by giving myself an hour of reading time - non-school reading for a change and I did pause late afternoon to roast a chicken (with rice & onion stuffing), roasted veggies and gravy.  

One lesson I took from this past weekend is how much I need to take time to do things for myself - like reading and cooking good food.  And that I absolutely need time for silence and stillness.  I made sure that I gave myself both of those things today.

Now I am tired, and a little wired due to the coffee I drank to keep awake to finish "just one more hat."  I'm settling in to read and then to bed.  I'm super sleepy.

Happy Holidays to all.

Day 24 - Christmas Big or Small

It is Christmas Eve and today's Blogher blog prompt is:

If you celebrate Christmas, are you doing the holidays larger or smaller this year?

Those that read an earlier post know that Christmas, as I've celebrated it in the past, is not happening this year.  So the answer to the question above is, smaller...much, much smaller. 

However, this past weekend I received an unexpected gift - not anything that could be put in a box, tied with a bow or put under the tree.  Though it came wrapped in a shell of ice and cold it contained a center of warm joy.  On top of that it was a surprise and thus,even more special.**

Whatever sadness tomorrow may bring I have this treasure of a memory I now carry inside and for that I am so very grateful.  

**And yes, this post is intentionally vague...some memories are meant to be held close.  

Day 23 - Why Write?

"I had been certain art would save me." - Natalie Goldberg

This morning while browsing the interwebs in search of inspiration for today's post I visited The Creativity Portal to make use of their blog prompt generator when a link to the left of the page caught my eye….

Warning! to Writers, Natalie Goldberg says: "I have not seen writing lead to happiness in my friends' lives. I'm sorry to say this…"

The article, an excerpt from her book on writing Thunder and Lightning, talks of her own struggle with the question, "Why write?"  Why write when it might not be how I make a living?  Why write when creation often seems to cause so much struggle?

One could say this about any art. Why paint? Why dance? Why make music? Why sing?  Creation is a struggle and yet for many of us it is something we must do even when it doesn't make us money or bring us joy or sets us apart from the rest of the world.  When I think of my own art - dance, music, sewing or writing, I think of the process.  The process, the experience of creation, transports me.  This is particularly true with writing.  When all else falls to the side, when darkness encroaches and I am paralyzed mentally and emotionally. When I don't feel called to make music or to dance or to sew, I write.  

I will write out my pain, my sadness and joy and find I am lifted to a place outside of myself.  All else, the burden of tension, stress and struggle of life (even if this is what I am writing about) is lightened or lifted away.  It isn't easy or clean.  I have been known to weep my way through a box of tissues while writing about a loss or a memory.  Perhaps that is the trick of writing for me, that it brings me to the very center of what I am experiencing; it forces me to be present in the here and now.  Even when the writing is not personal - a paper for school, or a response to a blog prompt, the experience of word craft still transports me and within a few strokes of the keys I enter that place of flow. 

Writing is the first thing I do each day.  It is my practice, my balm, my burden and my meditation.  I am not sure that there is a concrete answer to the question of, "Why write?"  For me it is something I feel called to do above all other things.  Perhaps the closest response for me to the question of 'why write' is…

…because I must.  

Day 22 - Christmas Past

Christmas is not a personal religious holiday for me.  I feel much more attuned to the natural cycles of our planet and find a lot of comfort in the symbolism of the Winter Solstice and its longest night.   Christmas has instead always been a time of family - the day we gathered because of the traditions of an older generation and because we all had the day off.  Christmas Eve as a child was spent at my mémère's with my parents, brother, aunt and cousins.  Christmas Day was at my grampy's and where we all shared Christmas dinner. As with any family, over the years traditions changed due to death and circumstance.  

First came mémère's death when I was six years old.  Christmas Eve was often spent with my aunt and later, due to distance, just immediate family but we still made the trip south on Christmas Day to grampy's house.  When I was 21 my parents moved to the midwest but they would often fly back to New England for the holiday.  When they did not I made the trek to my grampy's when I had a car, or spent the time with whomever I was dating when I didn't. Always there were early morning phone calls, talk of what one had for dinner and what gifts were exchanged.  In my early thirties after my grampy died we began to bring my gran to our house to spend a few days and celebrate.  My brother, who had moved to the west coast, had become a husband and father with a family of his own but still called in the afternoon and the phone was passed from person to person as were holiday well wishes.  

A few years later my parents separated and then divorced.  The holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas became, well, awkward.  What had once been the traditions of a single family were now split and I was left feeling unsure of where I should spend the holiday.  My mother and I established a new tradition of getting together after New Year's Day to have a meal, exchange gifts and celebrate.  My gran, who was my father's step mother, continued to come to Maine for the holiday spending the week with my father and his wife.  I joined them for the traditional dinner and exchange of gifts.   I celebrated the Winter Solstice with friends. 

This past winter, after 90 years of life, my grandmother died. She was laid to rest in June and six months later, for the first time since I was a child, I have no plans for Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.   I tell myself that life is like that, full of change and that I should (and will) adapt and adjust.  I tell myself that my personal celebration is to acknowledge the turn of the year and nothing will change the importance of that.  Yet, I can't stop myself from feeling like I have lost something greater. 

Perhaps is only through loss that we realize the importance of certain things.  My grandparents were the people in my life that accepted me come what may; a dependable rock of I love you.  Later, after my grandfather's death and the scattering of the family that raised me, my grandmother became my touchstone of continuity from childhood to adulthood.  As the holiday approaches, I feel as though without her I've lost a sense of having a home - of belonging somewhere.   

I am sure that time will heal the sense of loss.  That next year I will feel a little less adrift and perhaps I will have found some new tradition to establish but today I feel mostly sadness.  

Day 21 - Winter Solstice

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” - Anne Bradstreet

Today at 12:11 PM (EST) the sun will appear to pause in the sky and the wheel of the year will begin to turn from darkness to light.  It is easy to see a metaphor of overcoming adversity in the symbolism of The Longest Night.  As moments of darkness tick by we ask ourselves, is this the our darkest hour? 

 

As we travel through our own dark times we often ask ourselves the same question.  Can our mood become any more miserable?  Can our burden become any heavier?  Have we faced our darkest moment?

As it is happening we can't know if this is our lowest or darkest point, we can only know that the night will end, and the dawn will eventually come.  

Day 20 - Alone

It can be a tough time of year to be by yourself.  I have posted this video several times before but it is always worth sharing again. 

Day 19 - Donation

Today's Blogher blog prompt is:

What was the last donation you made?

That is actually pretty easy.  Last night I had $10 from selling back one of my textbooks for school and gave it to a friend who needed the funds to help replace some stolen equipment.

Day 18 - One thing replaces another...

Today was my last final exam.  I thought when it was over that I would feel a great sense of relief but it didn’t come.  It could be that I am unsure how I did on the exam, and it’s likely at least a little bit of that, but I think also it is the fact that life is not going to slow down anytime soon.  The time that was freed up by school being done for the semester will be immediately filled with preparations for an upcoming New Year’s Eve show.  I’ll be sewing and rehearsing and writing and crafting...

There must be a way that I can find a few moments of peace in this busy life of mine.  I want to be able to be present with what I am doing NOW instead of stressing about the length of The To Do list.  

Day 17 - But

This post is being brought to you courtesy of the iPhone blogger app.  I do not have an internet connection this morning and I'm not feeling quite brave enough to venture into the cold to find one.  

Last night I lay awake in bed for an hour and finally logged into my scrabble app to play a few late night games with strangers finally finding sleep around 2:00 AM.  I woke up groggy this morning (no surprise) and though I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all morning I have a to do list a leg long...I got up. 

And I'm thinking to myself now about just how tired I really am and how I can't recall the last time I felt truly relaxed and rested.  And how I have so much in my life that normally I'd take great joy in doing and yet somehow even things like art and learning become just one more item on the to do list.  And how I look ahead to the future and I know that even if I live the hoped for average of 40 more years I can't possibly accomplish all I want to do.  And how much I dislike the words impossible and limits...

And logically I know,

That I am human and to be human is to have limits 

And I know

That the tiredness wakes up my manic 

And I know that I need

Sleep

And food

And interaction

And silence

And joy

And touch. 

And I know that I need to find a way to stop.  

To be okay with standing still

And letting go. 

I know all of this but...

But.  

Day 16 - I'm Tired

I'm tired.
Weary to the bone pooped.
I'm running on fumes and I'm pretty sure I'll hit empty any day now.
I really want a nap but it is quite possible that I am too tired to sleep.
Shutting my eyelids would take too much effort.

I keep telling myself that...

...Saturday I'll catch up on sleep...oh, wait, I have that thing.
...Christmas Eve & Christmas day!  I'll give myself the gift of a day off...oh, wait, no I have to make things for that other thing.  That will take at least a day and a half.
...the day after?  Oh, wait no...I work.
...and...oh...maybe..or...darn and bother I'm busy then too.

But wait...
Look on the calendar.  January 2nd!
I've nothing planned on January 2nd.

I'm claiming it right now.
January 2nd is my day.
MINE.

There will be sleeping...

January 2nd
January 2nd
January 2nd

,,, and no laundry shall be done on that day.

Day 15 - Shoveling

In Portland the city only clears the downtown area sidewalks.  Everywhere else the property owners are responsible for clearing the way for pedestrians.  Unfortunately most property owners don't do it and many pedestrians end up walking in the street. 

I am renter but one half of our landlord team was out of town and I was in the mood to shovel so I did the front and side of the house.  It was hard work but I enjoyed it and was pleased with the result.  

A reminder to those that clear their own sidewalks to make sure you shovel at least three feet to allow for those who have wheelchairs or other mobility devices to pass.  Let's all help keep our neighbors safe this winter. 

Day 14 - Storm

After tonight's holiday cocktail party we went for a walk in the storm to a park for a snowy view of the city. We were not the only ones out enjoying the first snow.  There were about a dozen other folks out playing in the fluffy white stuff. I guess the first snow can bring out the kid in each of us. 

Day 13 - Superstition

I knock on wood.  I toss salt over my left shoulder if I spill it.  I pick up pennies for luck.  I save wishbones. I have my share of little superstitions but I have never however been superstitious about Friday the 13th.  In fact I think I fall in with those who find it to be a rather lucky day - okay so I don't have a negative superstition about Friday the 13th.

Thirteen is a prime number, divisible only by itself and one.  When I think of prime numbers they take on a personality of independence and self reliance.   I'm also a big fan of Friday with it being the last day of the work or school week.  The number thirteen and Friday isn't so bad of a combination.

This Friday the 13th was also the day I learned I received a higher than expected grade in my business statistics class.  This was a class I was struggling with, mostly due to time constraints, and so finding out I actually did pretty well was great news.

So Happy Friday the 13th to you!

Day 12 - Grateful

Tonight I am full of gratitude for the generosity of others.

I am grateful for handmade (and edible) gifts.

I am grateful for the patience and understanding of a close and dear friend.

I am grateful for the busy hands and creative skills of my fellow performers and crafters who helps jumpstart our costuming for a new show.

I am grateful for the doctor who tended my kitty today and who has a particularly gentle touch with him.

I am grateful for the work of my fellow students on projects we have done together this semester.

I am grateful for music and dance.

I am grateful for trash bags that don't break.

I am grateful for coffee and tea.

I am grateful for the force that holds this universe together.

Good night.

Day 11 - The Less Travelled Path

I am back to Blogher's blog prompts this evening.  Today's prompts is:

"Tell us about a time you took the less traveled path."

Of course this is a reference to the Robert Frost poem, "The Road Not Taken."  The meaning of which as been debated for decades.  When I look at this blog prompt though my thoughts go to a conversation that I had a very short time ago about trust. 

(Warning!  Warning! Warning!  We are about to get...PERSONAL)

After I typed the previous paragraph I went on to three or four more before I realized, I can't publicly, on my blog...go there.  

(Ctrl+Shift+ UpArrow,

tap tap tap tap tap,

Shit+LeftArrow, 

tap tap tap tap...delete. )

I reveal a fair amount of personal stuff on this blog but there are some things that are far too intimate for me to publicly share.  The details and origins of my trust issues? Yep, it's one of those things.  Let's just say that like many of us I have some deep hurts in my past that left a few scars and one or two scabbed over, but not quite healed, wounds.We will leave it at that. 

For me, in this moment,  one of the less travelled paths would be to trust fully.  The conversation I referenced above was one that made me realize how ill prepared I am do that and how much of that is due to my ability or inability to trust myself and my own feelings. 

Always more work to be done...

(...and yeah, I guess I kind of went there anyway...)

Day 10 - Fairy Tales

Once again midnight is approaching and I have yet to write my blog post.  Tonight I blame Sleeping Beauty. I spent nearly three hours drafting a script with three alternate endings to that particular well known Grimm tale for the performance my troupe will be doing on New Year's Eve in Boston this year. Prior to that I spent close to two hours working through an online quiz for my business statistics class.

At least I can't say I didn't get to it because I just plain forgot or because I was feeling lazy.  Nope, laziness is definitely not part of the program today.  Sleep will be though and soon.  I've two final exams to prep for and a well rested brain is a very necessary thing.

Day 9 - Oh Crap! It's Almost Midnight...

...and I have yet to write a blog post, so once again I turn to Blogher and today's prompt for assistance.

Question:  If you could banish one thing from this earth -- tangible or intangible -- what would it be?

And of course it is a bigger question than I can possibly answer in less than two minutes, but at the moment I'd find a way to banish hunger.  Because everyone should have enough to eat.  

Goodnight. 

Day 8 - A Year From Now

I have had a full day today with rehearsals, seeking costuming supplies, homework and more rehearsals all of which I enjoyed (well I'm not gonna say my statistics homework was a blast but it wasn't heartbreaking) but it left me with not a lot of time to think about what to write today.  The following was brought to you by the Imagination Prompt Generator...

Q. What do you want to be doing one year from now?

A. One year from now I hope to be in the final weeks of my last semester at school and closing in on the end of this endeavor that is called earning a degree.  I expect I'll be stressed out a bit, though if all goes well I'll only be taking three classes.

I will likely be looking for a second job or expanding my hours at my current one (which I love) as I'll need to find a way to support myself without my school financial aid as a back up.  I'm hoping to take at least a half year off from school before starting in a grad program during which I'll work, hopefully save some money, and explore some creative endeavors that have been put off due to school.

I hope to still be teaching a dance class and performing regularly with my troupe.  I hope that all of the work we have been doing this past year pays off and we find ourselves looking ahead to exciting new opportunities.  They are a wonderful group of hardworking and dedicated performers and I believe that we do have great things ahead!

I hope to be healthy and mostly happy.

What do you want to be doing one year from now?????

Day 7 - More? Yes...I want MORE

There are only about twenty minutes left of December 7, 2013 and I'm just sitting down now to write this blog post.

Today began with my sleeping in until nearly 10:00 mostly because I didn't want to be an adult today.  I really wanted to eat Lucky Charms and watch cartoons...but I got up anyway.

Today ended with my feeling grateful the music and dance that is apart of my life.  And for the creative people who help make both of these things happen.

I want more creation in my life.  More art, more dance, more music, more love and more peace.

And I want everyone I know to have more of those things in their lives too.

Good night friends.  Dream well.

Day Six - What do you wish you had more time to do each day?

Today's Blogher blog prompt:

What do you wish you had more time to do each day?

Today I wish I had more time to write.  

Day 5 - I Want More Sleep

I was, until very recently, one of those folks who went to bed at midnight and rose at 5:00 AM to begin my day.  This has been my habit for most of my adult life and for most of my adult life I've managed just fine on my five to six hours of sleep per night. Though I was never what one would call a "morning person."  I didn't wake up all bouncy and ready to go.  No, it was always a two hour...coffee...read the news...more coffee...shower...food...pants...okay I can leave the house now sort of process.  Much of the reason I get out of bed so early is so that I can have the time to actually get my head together before starting the day.

While I was slow to get started after I was actually on the move I plowed through my day, no matter how busy.  I didn't generally have the urge to nod off midday (though I have always, always been in favor of naps) or find myself wanting to crawl under the covers at 9:00PM and sleeping in, even when I had the time to do it, was usually no later than 7:00 AM.

Lately however I'm finding myself  wanting to stay under the covers for hours and hours and hours.  I'm chalking this partially up to the fact that it's winter and under the covers is the only place that is dependably warm in my apartment - especially since I was given the gift of a heated mattress pad which makes me want to build a pillow fort over my bed and never leave - but mostly it's because I'm just really, really, really tired.

And while I could just it must be my age and I'm getting "sooooo oooooold" it was only a matter of time before my lifetime of functioning on five to six hours of sleep caught up with me I'm going to point out to myself that I am far busier than I ever have been before.  I am reminding myself that I am a full-time student, that I also work two part-time jobs, teach dance, write daily, keep a pretty busy performance schedule, manage a troupe and do the normal human things (eat, poop, sleep and scratch where it itches).  I guess tired is to be expected.

Still, I'm really looking forward to Saturday morning which is the one day this week that I don't need to set my alarm clock.  More sleep please...

Day 4 - Your Less is My Less

This morning I read in our local paper about the cancelling of the Gulf of Maine shrimp season.  The Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission made the decision to close the fisheries after it was shown that Gulf of Maine shrimp population was at its lowest level since 1984 and that  a "report released Nov. 21 by the fisheries commission’s Northern Shrimp Technical Committee concluded that the stock has collapsed."  The reason?  Rising ocean water temperatures, over fishing and the absence of  springtime plankton, the shrimp's main food.

I agree that it is important to do what we need to do to preserve our natural resources whether those resources be a gorgeous mountaintop view, timber forests or the Gulf of Maine Fishery.  We need to manage these resources in such a way that they will be there for future generations enjoy and make use of. We are only now learning the dangers of overuse and of pushing our resources to their limits.  I agree that closing the fishery, hopefully only temporarily, is the right thing to do when taking the long view.

However, I also know that this decision will have a huge impact on those who depend upon the annual shrimp harvest for income.  Whatever the industry one works in so many people live paycheck to paycheck these days.  The fishing season often runs from December to May.  That's six months of income many folks, whether fishermen or those that process and sell the catch, or restaurants that serve fried shrimp to tourists, will not have this coming year and now, like so many of us, they are finding themselves trying to find ways make do with less.

These are not easy times.  Whether looking at the potential loss of a once thriving fishery, the economic impact that this loss of income will have on individuals and communities, or the emotional impact of seeing friends and loved ones struggle to make ends meet, we begin to recognize that one individual's hardship (one creature's hardship, one ecosystems hardship) is everyone's hardship.

Day 3 - Half Empty or Half Full??

Today's Blogher NaBloPoMo blog prompt:

Do you see the glass as half full or half empty?

This is one of those life questions that comes up with fair amount of frequency so I've probably given it some semi-serious thought at some point in my life.  I'm guessing that my answer then was likely what my answer is now and that is that whether I see the glass as half empty or half full depends upon what kind of day I happen to be having. 

I believe that even the uppest of of optimists likely has a day or two that the glass is looking a little more like it's being steadily emptied and even us grouchy worry warts have days that all seems right with the world. What I try to do is look at the glass of water and see just that, a glass of water neither half full nor half empty but one that simply is. Which I suppose might be something similar to acceptance or letting go of attachment/expectation but it's far too early in the day to read that much into it and right now my cup of coffee is decidedly on the empty side and in need of refilling. 

Finishing What I Start

Today's blog prompt from Blogher:

Do you think you're more or less likely to complete December's NaBloPoMo? Why?

At this point (Day 2)  I am feeling pretty good about the likelihood of my finishing this month's NaBloPoMo.  December is an easier month for me as the semester wraps up and my performance schedule becomes a little lighter.  I have more time to myself to do other things I enjoy, like writing.  There is also the fact that last year, after two failed attempts in October and November of 2012, December was the first time I ever completed NaBloPoMo.

There was a time in my life many years ago that when a task became overwhelming or difficult I would be likely to quit or walk away muttering that it was just "too hard" or took "too much time."  I think the turnaround for me began when I began working on my associates degree in 2004.  This was the first time that I'd taken on such a large goal and saw it through to completion.  It did help that I really, really enjoy school, but it also was the first time I that I was doing something because I really wanted to and not because it was what I thought I should be doing. 

It was also the first time that I began to recognize that the process of doing something is as important, and sometimes more worthwhile, than the end result.  I worked full-time and was attending college full-time as well being a rather busy community activist.  It was easy to feel overwhelmed but I discovered that if something was that important to me I'd find the time to work on it.  Incrementally, step by step, I completed papers, took exams and checked classes off the list of requirements until I had, two years later, a degree in hand. 

It is pretty rare these days that I don't finish something I begin; even with exhaustion, crankiness and the feeling of being totally overwhelmed I will find a way to push through.  I am looking forward to this month of blogging every day and of course to that last day, when I get to say once again (hopefully), "Woot!  I did it!"

Day 1 - More/Less

I wasn't going to get out of bed today.  It's warm beneath my blankets.  And safe.  There is no one to worry about other than me.   With my eyes closed, my blankets tucked up around my ears it becomes a 3.5' x 6' peaceful, vacation cocoon.

But then I blinked and caught a glimpse of fat snowflakes falling outside my window.  I couldn't resist sitting up to watch them float down from the sky.

Watching from the doorway to my room Miss Pickles, one of my cats, saw my awakening and jumped up onto the bed wanting me to play.

It was then then I remembered I had  homework to do if I ever want to finish this degree I'm pursuing (and I do dislike leaving things unfinished).  And a dance rehearsal to lead and my own choreography to work on and...and...and...oh yes, this blog post to write.

Today is the first day of the BlogHer December NaBloPoMo.  I completed the 31 days of blogging last year and have decided to once again tackle to task. This months topic is "More/Less" and there seem to be a lot of interesting blog prompts all prepared for me to make use of.

As for today...I'd like more time to enjoy the peaceful quiet of my cozy bed and less on my To Do List, but I suppose I could say that everyday.

Blog on...