Oh God I really have nothing to say today.
What I have learnt so far from this month long blogging commitment is that I do not want to be a full-time blogger.
It would be fine if this was the main thing that you’re doing.
But for me, I started to crave the privacy of working on a book again.
So I started working on The Power.
When I finish working on that every morning (since Wednesday), I really don’t have much left to say.
That’s okay.
It’s better to have quality than quantity.
isn’t it?
I mean, I really enjoyed writing the posts when I wasn’t also working on the book.
Though I did start craving the depth of writing a book.
It’s fun!
You start and you don’t know what it will become.
I love writing so much that’s the thing.
Every time I try something else, I come back to working on my books.
Like I thought podcasting would be fun.
The first time I started listening to podcasts, I would think about how much I’d like to do it.
Then I did it.
It was fun, but not that much.
“Words don’t teach, experience does.”
~ Abraham
Likewise, I always had this yearning to do art.
Then I started making some and posting it at Locomotive Creations.
That was also fun.
But I need the intellectual stimulation of writing.
That’s what I discovered.
It’s all about refining.
Refining tastes.
Refining life.
I don’t regret those things I’ve tried.
A guy I dated last year used to ask people what they most regret in life.
He said I was the only person who ever answered with something they had done rather than not.
Most people regret what they didn’t do, in other words.
Whereas I try and then work out, nah not for me!
You’re allowed to quit.
I know I could have not written anything today but I do like the process of seeing what happens.
A month isn’t a long time.
And since it’s not a huge commitment and I’ve already written this today now, I might as well try again on Monday.
Today I arrived at the idea to use these posts in The Power.
So it ain’t for nothing.
And if you’re reading this I thank you.
It’s for you too.
Mwah!
I love you,
Mireille xx
