I listen to podcasts a lot and sometimes get bored with whatever I’ve been listening to. So about a year ago, while looking for something new I ran across an obscure podcast that was a quick, easy listen.
In many of the episodes, the host kept mentioning Nano month and how much she was trying to meet this writing goal. It was totally foreign to me but because I’ve been writing a lot more in recent years I tried to find out what I could.
Fast forward to this past Thursday and I’m on a conference call listening to a town hall. I’m skimming my smart phone and notice that trending on Twitter is #NaNoWrMo2018. Hmmm.
I looked into it and decided to join in for the fun of it. No planning. No forethought. I grabbed one of the projects I’ve been working on and I’m off.
NaNoWrMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It appears to have been going on for a long time but I didn’t know anything about it. It’s basically an organization that through a website provides motivation to write. On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30.
I know 50,000 probably won’t happen for me but they say that it is an achievable goal for a full-time worker with a family to achieve in a month. So let’s test this. I’ll let you know how many words I write in November. (Not counting blogs or paid projects that is.)
Have you ever heard of NaNoWrMo? Are you doing it this month? Have you ever? I’d love to know.
If there were a class you wished you would have taken in your school career, what would it be?
Maybe going out for the baseball team or for girls volleyball?
I know I wished I would have started violin lessons in the sixth grade. I had just moved from a farm where the local school was in a town with a population of 500, to living in city of 10,000. I was also going from public school to private. I was so scared.
So when the tour of the new school revealed there was an orchestra, I was dumb struck. Too scared to start lessons then for the violin because the others had been taking lessons for a couple of years. Too scared is all I was.
So after four kids and a divorce, about 15 years ago, I restored my grandmothers old violin and took lessons. It was hard to find time to practice with all the kids at home like they were, so I stopped the lessons.
Maybe I should start those up again? YOLO
So what about you? What were you too scared to follow through with? It’s not too late.
Lord. Some weeks, I think the only thing that gets me through, is the fact that I get to work from home occasionally.
I work in an area of the building where there is no way to see outside. No natural light. If it is a snowstorm or sun-shiny day, I will not know the difference. This goes against everything that is me. If I could work in the open air everyday and still make a living, I would be doing it.
So when I am working remotely, I’ll find some way to feel that breeze on my skin. Only 15 to 20 years to retirement yall! I need something to get me through these weeks.
P.S. . . . and the Budster loves to have me home too so he can lay in the sun.
How do you define happiness? I was catching up with an old friend and I was explaining how my life isn’t exciting, but I’m very happy.
I don’t go out. I don’t get to travel anymore. Shopping sprees and friend outings aren’t in my life. But, I’ve found contentment. I’m realizing that contentment, for me, is happiness.
Excitement is what a lot of people think happiness is. I sure did when I was younger and never stopped to think about it. It’s really just the opposite.
Yogis call it pratyahara. When a person meditates to the point they know the outer world feelings, senses, self-talk, anxiety, etc. is not who a person is, then our inner world can experience pratyahara — happiness from within.
Too deep for a Monday? OK. What do you call a guy lying on your doorstep?
You’re welcome. Have a great week!