WHAT SPARKS ME, WHAT SPARKS ME NOT

I’m tapping for day 3 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I’m trying to stay focus and not to be distracted by all the small inconsequential ‘stuff’. Those stuff are different things to different folks. My mission is to show up here every day in November and give it my best in words – in content, layout, grammar, the whole enchilada. Working to improve gives me spark. I am a self-help junkie at heart. Nothing can change that. I know I am in trouble when I stop being curious, quirky and self improve.

I felt a little grey and dull in October, a little of Peggy Lee’s Is That All There Is? The phrase played in my head off and on through the month. I felt listless and tepid, like old dishwater. I wonder if it’s too much Covid news. I wonder if it’s my old friend, SAD back for a visit. I haven’t seen him for awhile. I could never stay down, being helpless like that for long. It doesn’t feel good. I don’t like suffering. My self-help mentality pushed me to do something. And so I joined the Inktober Challenge again.

Like the site says, anyone can do Inktober. Just pick up a pen and start drawing. It helps to improve inking skills as well as to develop positive drawing as well as living habits. The trick to doing anything is to start. I didn’t invest alot of time and effort into the project. Each day I look at the word prompt, then make a drawing in my journal and post it on Instagram. There was no huge accolade, no thousands of likes. But each day I felt a bit lighter. Then one day I thought: This is rather easy and fun. By the time I got to the prompt SLITHER, I felt happy. I was singing “inchworm, inchworm”in my head. I was delighted with my last inking – RISK. I felt daring.

Risk is what life is all about. I had to step out the door, out of my comfort zone once in awhile to look around and see what is going on around me. It’s a way of connecting with the real world and nature. So to the park we went, on our daily walk. It’s a chance to move, to learn and to see what other people are up to. It’s a chance to connect with another person now that we’ve lost some of the old ways.

What really puts me in a blue funk is bad company, the negativity and meanness on social media, the news and articles on Covid and conspiracy theories. Our province ranks the worse with most highest per capita in our country. Our provincial government has not done much. They are more interested in economic growth rather than the health and safety of the people. There’s not much I can do to change all this except not to participate or engage with the negativity and to ‘keep safe.’ Through my blue funk October I am more observant of what builds me and what depletes me. I am a big fan of Snoopy. He is teaching me how to live.

NO DUCKS IN A ROW

It’s another glorious morning.  The sun is shining bright.  The petunias are in their full bloom – the blues, purples and lilacs waving in the sunlight.  Not wanting to be over-shadowed, the roses are strutting their stuff.

Sheba is out sniffing and chewing grass, while the man of the house is cranking up his bicycle to help set up the Bike Valet for The Taste of Saskatchewan, July 15- 20th.  Looks like some time for me to write, dabble and talk to my tomato plants.  Hurry up, grow!

 

 

 

 

IMG_6830I am sitting here tap, tapping on my new Mac.  I am happy with its speed and slickness. No more heavy sighs and gnashing of teeth – for now anyways.  My desk is a little neater, having to do some rearranging to accommodate my new Mac and my old PC.  But it is by no means perfect. I’m showing the good part.  The mess is lurking in the corner.

I am now a lot older and just a little wiser.  But I am still fooled at times, buying into the perfection of everything.  We have/want warranties and insurance for almost everything we own.  You can’t insure life though you can buy life insurance.  They are not the same.  Life can indeed crash just like my MacBook.  I could only watch it sizzle and burn.  But there is hope after a crash.

IMG_4377What you do then, is pick your yourself up, dust yourself off and carry on.  You re-start from where you are.  Do not wait till it is perfect and you have all your ducks in a row.  The only ducks lined up in a row are those at the fair.  They’re waiting to be shot down.  Real ducks glide and splash around but they are not synchronized swimmers.  They get out of line.

photo credit -http://bobslifesongs.blogspot.ca/2013/10/safe.html

photo credit -http://bobslifesongs.blogspot.ca/2013/10/safe.html

That is what I have learned after all these years of self doubt and running back to third base time after time.  I have to take a chance, take a breath, not looking backwards, run and slide into home base.  After the dust settles and I pick myself up, I might see the ump signalling, “SAFE”! with his arms.