Hoyo De Monterrey Churchill

Hoyo De Monterrey Churchill.

No Pain, No Gain

It started a while back amidst a combination of inspiration and frustration. Ended with something similar, too. Started again as more time lapsed only to pause once more.

I think this happened a couple of years ago, too (a few times) and a couple more before those.

This time, I’m back on track to plan again at that point where I’m aware a change needs to be made and that it’s one (or several) that needs to begin with me. The question is always one involving considerations of: time, energy, motivation and organization. And time!

Life May Not Follow Our Plans but Neither Does it Dictate Our Choices

It never ceases – night ends, day breaks and so begins the tumultuous task of getting through the daily grind. What’s more, the events that unfold although generally predictable never happen the way that we intuitively anticipate. In the worst of times, we can end up feeling hurt, used and abused and our predicament might even render us quick to put another in the very same position.Not only do we avoid responsibility, we try to pass it on to others.

We want the boss that gave us the extra work to feel guilt for ruining our dinner; the store clerk whose mistakes caused our lateness to bear the humiliation – we may even want our spouse to feel cold, vain and callous for not understanding everything, anything – something, quick enough. But these responses cause us nothing but greater anxiety and indeed, they serve to further disconnect us from the very people that could offer us a listening ear. For when we blame our feelings on anyone but ourselves, we close the door to our own healing and alienate anyone who could have assisted.

How do we move from a place of blame and guilt to one of freedom and growth? I try to remember the following:

Slightly Lacking in Substance

Much to my surprise, I’ve had little to say. Well actually – that’s probably never true. I’ve had very little to write and that is pretty unusual, for me. My transition to this new blog was almost out of logic. I mean, I had been scouring newspapers for a couple of years posting frequently on the comment boards (The Globe and Mail is my daily first stop) and was often jotting down notes. Beyond that, I was accepted back in the University of Waterloo to take a couple of extra terms. What I really wanted to do and what I still want to do, is write

Attempt

Hopefully, I’ve found a new home.   With a long and pressing desire to write like I used to, I have searched and searched for answers to my most mind bogging question — in the midst of it all, where do I go from here?

This will be my fourth attempt.  Every time I’ve begun a project like this it has been for a reason; in high school I had too much to say and needed somewhere to say it.  That quickly developed into a love of what I could do with a space of my own on the web and there began blog number two which incorporated a lot more individuality and style.