I wouldn’t have been at all surprised this morning to hear an armor-clad knight clanking his way out of the mist towards this trusty steed. The fog totally obscures everything that is familiar–you lose your sense of direction, distance, and time. It can certainly be eerie, especially if you happen to be on a one-lane country road after dark, but it’s also kind of exhilarating to let yourself be swallowed. You become the center of your own narrowly defined universe and control whether the fog shrouds the past or conceals the future. Some days it’s therapeutic to take advantage of the solitude for some quiet reflection, but other times it’s more rewarding to yield to the inner adventurer, and push the vaporous boundaries in search of new discoveries.
I want to be a writer, yet Henry David Thoreau's cautionary words echo in my brain: "How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." Knowing I have promised to blog daily for the coming year, I am committed to living the next 365 days to the fullest by seizing new opportunities, making old routines less mundane, and immersing myself in the details of ordinary situations. Building these habits will be key to convincing myself that I can legitimately sit down to write a future bestseller!
The Year in Review
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