I have been off this site for a few days, trying to recollect my thoughts after the traumatic events this week. I've been still doing the writing prompts on my other blog, trying to keep my mind in creative state, as opposed to an anxious state. Please take a look and comment if you have some thoughts, at Sam and Writing.
I mention the other blog, and I am back on this one, as writing has become a great source of satisfaction and peace for me. I was never much of a diary keeper or a journal writer, but somehow, typing a story, a poem, and anecdote, or a rant, and reviewing it, editing it (not always the best) and publishing it in a forum for others to see feels therapeutic to me. It brings me a great source of contentment that I didn't know I was missing before. In trying to downsize my lifestyle, I have up sized the amount of time I am investing in myself, at least the cognitive side of myself.
It is the start of the weekend. Blessings abound, and I again find my self with renewed appreciation of what I have in my life. I am disappointed in myself though that it takes hearing about someone else's tragedy to reiterate that appreciation. We have a family wedding this weekend so my older daughter will be home. We have plans for wine club tonight. Sunday will be filled with yard and home work. Simple, real, and life affirming activities this weekend that are all gifts.