Mr. Robert Burns, the national poet of Scotland, whose birthday (253rd) we honored tonight with copious quantities of alcohol, drew inspiration from women and whiskey, and wrote eloquently about both in many of his 500+ works. Too many toasts with various tipples transpired this evening for me to even pretend eloquence of my own. I’ve a belly full of haggis (which does not taste nearly as nasty as its ingredients suggest it should) and a head full of visions of my hubby in a kilt–I’m ready to drift off to dreams with the meaningful words of the Selkirk Grace ringing in my ears: “…May the whisky flow freely, but my head not hurt tomorrow, And if it does, may there be no bagpipes nearby…” Amen.
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!
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