Captain’s Log 4,458
Happy 9th journal birthday to me!
Nine years ago today I sat in front of a computer screen – aimless and unemployed. So I thought I would give online writing a chance. Now, after almost 400 entries a year (average) and over 1,000,000 words, I am still doing this. Who would have ever thought?
Since that time, I have done the following things……..
worked as a statistical analyst (cripes)
bought my first ever brand new car (a total surprise)
learned to sail a boat (lifelong dream)
delivered flowers (it paid the bills)
worked on a tallship (left a well-paying job to do it)
ran (run) a museum (not what I ever imagined)
wrote and directed two musicals (where I felt most at home)
discovered geocaching (fabulous adventure without the danger)
ran a youth program (attempt to resurrect what had been a miracle – failed)
traveled to Canada, Georgia, Nevada, Iowa, Missouri, Indiana, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Illinois, Pennsylvania, Nebraska, Colorado, Alabama, Michigan, and Arizona (always itchy feet)
moved (better house, smaller house, and no rats or intrusive crows)
There must be more things but these are all I can think of right now. I also witnessed two friends write and publish books, and that’s the kicker. That remains the largest hole – the biggest challenge for me. Certain things need to fall into place first. The biggest factor is uninterrupted time. I think 4-5 hours a day would be good, but that is not happening now. I hit my creative peak around 9:00 in the morning. Guess what I am doing about that time five days a week? Weekends simply don’t work. Too much to do and too many social things going on.
But in spite of that mountain I have yet to conquer, looking back has certainly been interesting. I learned a lot about who I am and what works for me. As I get older, I find myself less interested in pleasing others. I can only imagine what this will be like in another 20 years.
People often ask me why I do this whole journal thing. It has become a practice that feeds my soul. It took about six months to work into the habit of writing daily, but then…..it stuck. On the days I don’t write, I feel adrift and somewhat misguided. Something is missing.
I face another week at the Confederacy – but it’s a short one. I am spending Friday with the Highway 80 team – working on our geocaching project. I live for days off, and that is not a good sign. I need to start this day checking on the bees. They started work after hours yesterday. I fear this is going to be a very involved process.