Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Life is funny.  When you think you are taking steps toward something, sometimes you want to run.  I always start projects with a vengeance.  Trouble is sometimes I fizzle out like that soda I left sit in the glass.  I have six (hmmm maybe seven) books started but not one completed.  I am trying to change this.  Today I am going to pick one of the books I have almost completed and put it on my desktop.  Then every day, I am going to spend at fifteen minutes or more writing the next few lines.  I also will take some time to go over page by page that I have written so far.   I promise myself that I will not move on to another book until this one is completely finished. 

As I read over what I wrote, I wonder if that is a good choice or not.  What if I get an idea for one of the other books?  Should I go to it and write the ideas down while they are fresh in my mind?  I wonder if it would be better to just get an amazing idea for one book and follow it through.  See how I am second guessing myself already. I think the fact that I wrote so many books (although unfinished) explains me as a person.  I love creating things which I did many years in crafts.  I hate doing anything more than once.  Once I create a project, I want to put it aside and go on to my next brainstorm.    

I had a trying day yesterday where I hit a pothole and ran into the curb and “broke” a tire yesterday which we are getting fixed today.  Since that happened on top of things, I spent some of my day in our bedroom crying much to my husband’s discomfort.  Then I got up and wrote a simple poem to help me through (which is what I do when things go wrong).   I will sign off with the poem I wrote yesterday.

Angelhuggz from me to you, Ruthie

Holding Jesus
            By Ruth Crowell Shevock

The faith of a child
Is good for the soul
When troubles spiral
Completely out of control
When the day is hard
And things go wrong
Sometimes it difficult
To be an adult and strong
Reverting to bed to
Like a lost and lonely child
Trying to remember times
When I lay there and smiled
All I could seem to do
Was turn and toss
Until I saw my rosary
And held onto the cross
I thought I’m holding Jesus
And He will help me through
In my heart I heard the words
Jesus is holding you

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