Ahhhhh!!! It’s Monday yet again. Seems like they come so quickly. I am thrilled I am slowly getting more followers. I do encourage comments. I love to hear what people think. Anything I post I open up for discussion. I enjoy the give and take of it all.
Normally I post my blog in the mornings. Blame it on Monday. Why is it that we dread Mondays? You do a google search for cartoons about Mondays and you come up with tons of them. Most ( not all ) have the same dreaded Monday theme to them.
When we wake up late we blame it on Monday. When the day it’s hectic we say well it’s Monday after all. When we have a crummy Tuesday we say “Oh it’s Monday part 2″. Is there an origin somewhere or a precedent set saying Mondays are bad?
I honestly don’t know. Some people suggest dread of Mondays is a form of depression. Really? Have we psyched our selves to believe that weekends are good and Mondays are bad so we inevitably have a Monday plagued with bad luck or is there truly something to this Monday curse? I will say yes Mondays can be hectic after all it’s the first day of the work week, but I ask this one thing. Isn’t our day what we make of it?
Yes, luck is what you make of it. There’s no luck fairy out there. Also there is no Monday jinx. Every day is a blessed day. Sometimes we lose sight of just what those blessings are. Next Monday morning I challenge everyone to look at it in a different light. Tell yourself this is the begging of a new week and a time to start anew . It’s not the end of weekend but the begging of a week filled with hope and promise.
” This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. ” Psalm 118:24
Sundays I spend time with my kids. It is a time for worship and Christian fellowship with our church family. May your Sunday be equally blessed. Let your Joyful Noise be heard. Lift up your voices and sing His praise!
I have so much on my mind and so many ideas floating through my head that I get overwhelmed. Is this writer’s block? I am very new to blogging and I don’t consider myself a writer. Maybe a writer wanna-be but I am not there by any stretch of the imagination.
In my life from childhood on I have dabbled off and on with writing, I never fashioned myself as the next great novelist but it was fun to create. I am a product of an over crowded school system during a time when only the teacher’s pets were in the advanced college bound classes for subjects like english.Me, being an average student who had issues with attention span was lost in the flawed system. Formal training for writing? I was never even shown the fundamentals for creative writing. Never the less, I continued to dabble in writing stories and poems and prose.
My creative side was never nurtured by family or by teachers who rejected work I showed them because it wasn’t main stream and they dismissed it as nonsense. I was a kid who needed guidance from an english teacher who could take my creativeness and show me how funnel it. I realize now many great authors and musicians never had any formal training. Creativity is something that comes from the inside and cannot truly be taught. We can learn to read , write, add and subtract….but abstract thought? Abstract thought is just that..abstract.
Here I sit determined to explore and expand my creative side. There has to be something there hidden, suppressed and ready to be brought out of the dark and into the daylight. The first step to good writing is” just do it”. As with anything practice, practice, practice. The next step is to read anything and everything and become well versed in the world around you. The next step is to take notes on every idea that pops into your mind.
So again, I sit here with all my creative thoughts surging forth. I have several unfinished blogs that started out good and fizzled somewhere along the way. That is a metaphor for my life as of late. Good intentions but no follow through. I am still that easily distracted kid inside. The kid who lapses into daydream and leaves the world outside.
God guides me in very subtle ways. Nagging thoughts that eat at me . Telling me I am 45 and need to find direction in my life. He has sent me all sorts of wake up calls lately and I have answered them but fizzled out somewhere along the way. I know He understands this grown up kid who still has very little direction in her life. God must be patient because I still feel his steady pull in all the right directions. I am hard-headed and stubborn and responding very slowly. Weather God is calling me to write or He is just calling me to write for now in order to uncover the me that is hiding in there somewhere I am not sure. I am answering his call and trying my best not to continue blocking His voice out with unhealthy distractions.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
My prayers are with those who have been affected by the horrible storm. May God Bless you and keep you near to him always.
Psalm 73:26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.