I have truly missed the weekly photo challenges, so I am happy to be back online and ready to participate.
This week the Daily Post weekly photo challenge is Vibrant. It is to share a vibrant picture and rid the internet of the winter gloom.
What could that better than these 2 smiling faces! – This was from our Disney vacation last September.
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We were either traveling to or from Tampa 30 years ago today.
I can’t remember which. What I do remember is that I loved when we were traveling on shuttle days. From Highway 75 in FL you could see the little dot of the shuttle as it took off and arose into space.
This day was no exception, I was watching intently from the back of the old paneled station wagon and I saw the dot, only it wasn’t a dot it was more like smoke and it had stopped rising.
My heart dropped and even being only 15 years old, I knew what had happened.
A quick turn of the radio to any station confirmed what we knew, what we saw. The shuttle had exploded.
It was an incredibly sad day and impacting day in my young life.
I never looked at another shuttle launch the same again.
It is hard to believe it was 30 years ago.
I am going to continue to force myself to pound out words.
I know that eventually, when I get back into the habit of writing that then I will begin to regain the inspiration. It always happens that way. Once I start allowing my brain to have the freedom to think about something other than the mundane things that fill my mind. I will find creativity.
Mundane things like:
What is for dinner?
What will my daughter wear to school tomorrow?
What does the 10-day forecast look like?
Where will get to go on vacation this summer?
Will we even be able to have a vacation?
Am I going to be able to pay off Mary’s credit card anytime soon?
What are the winning lottery numbers for last night?
Do I have enough money to buy everything on my grocery list this week?
Did I get enough steps in today?
What will we have for dinner tomorrow night?
See that kind of stuff will stifle creativity in a flat second and yet that is what goes on in my head every single day.
So, if I come here and I write every single day then maybe, just maybe, I will learn to push all that aside and begin to find the creative part of me that is hidden deep in the recesses of my mind. So until I break through the fog I will just keep doing this… and this will lead to ideas… and those will lead to stories and I will be on my way again.
It is hard to write.
Sounds strange right? But I am finding it hard to find the inspiration. Life is good and work is good. My family is good. There is none of the angst I felt when I was a teenager, those moments and times in your life where writing your heart out is the only way to get out the pain. Those moments don’t exist. There are none of the painful moments when my mother was struggling with and dying from cancer. Those were times when I needed to write. I HAD to write. Writing was the only thing that kept the sanity. It let me vent and feel and pour out my heart while still being strong and resilient for my mother.
So, why is it hard to write when life is good? Why do we only have to bare our soul when it’s sad and broken? Why can’t we share the good times, the daily grind? The honest answer is it’s just not as interesting.
A story (even our own) needs conflict and movement. Of course, if you are living a great life then you don’t want conflict. But, in order for your story, your life, to be interesting it unfortunately needs conflict.
I guess I am going to have to start writing about puppy dogs and rainbows. Just write!!
I watched that Steve Harvey video that is going around the internet, you know the one. JUMP! If you haven’t seen it, after you leave here take a few minutes and watch it. It is awesome.
I know writing is my biggest passion and yet it gets pushed aside to arriving early to the carpool lines, fitbit tracking, Facebook, Pinterest, the final season of American Idol! I mean the list could go on forever of things I do, time that I waste, that I could be using my passion. What I consider my calling I have yet to answer.
Starting is the hardest part. So check that one off the list for me.