Category Archives: Storytelling

the miserable plant in the lone flowerpot – 294/366 (catch up)

How many emails did I have today?

Have? I save many, mostly for boards I sit on and may need for reference. So, with that knowledge (and that  I have had my account for ever and a day. I got it back when people had to get an invite.  So, I have 66,322 emails in my account!

“We may know that the work we continue to put off doing will be bad. Worse, however, is the work we never do. A work that’s finished is at least finished. It may be poor, but it exists, like the miserable plant in the lone flowerpot of my neighbour who’s crippled. That plant is her happiness, and sometimes it’s even mine. What I write, bad as it is, may provide some hurt or sad soul a few moments of distraction from something worse. That’s enough for me, or it isn’t enough, but it serves some purpose, and so it is with all of life.”
~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

crushed by someone who loved me – 269/366 (catch up)

Who did I hug today?


No one. I rested my arms across my son’s shoulders as we got ready to head to school this morning.

While I don’t mind being touched, I am not one to go out and touch others anymore.  I do think I touch my son, much like I did this morning, quite a bit though.


In other news I am a month behind again. This was the post originally slated for Oct 2,  then moved about eight days further out due to my start date for this post-a-day crap. Maybe if I do two or three a day I can catch up?

“I wished I could spend the rest of my life… being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.”
~ Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

Finding my middle path – 215/366 (catch up)

What made me compromise?

I think that I compromised when I let people throw me under the bus. I think this let me be too easy for people, so I became that one who you can throw under a bus, a scapegoat.

No more.

“The middle path makes me wary. . . . But in the middle of my life, I am coming to see the middle path as a walk with wisdom where conversations of complexity can be found, that the middle path is the path of movement. . . . In the right and left worlds, the stories are largely set. . . . We become missionaries for a position . . . practitioners of the missionary position. Variety is lost. Diversity is lost. Creativity is lost in our inability to make love with the world.”
~ Terry Tempest Williams, Leap

final thoughts – 134/366

What was the last thing I thought about today?

In a concession I have made to fully participate in this prompt based daily writing I am referring to the last 24 hours.

Last night my head was full of a certain contentment. I was at a transition dinner for a board I sit on. I am a hold over, but we celebrated the ones who are rolling off and the ones who are rolling on.

Out of all my board experiences, this one has been wonderful. A president who set up a shared mission and allowed us to go our own way.

I have been on boards where there is such intense micromanagement that it becomes gross displeasure to serve on. Lessons learned there.

But last night, as I was laying in bed, pressing on so points that I had read were good at inducing sleep and thinking about how wonderful it has been to work with these women on helping create a better community.

How much is too much – 132/366

There is no such thing as too much____

Today on my ride in I heard Brene Brown call hope a cognitive process and not an emotion.  I thought this was interesting as I have made the same claim about joy. A cognitive process is a learned behavior, it is not an emotion. And since I had already ascribed this to joy and now I recognized that hope was an add in, I thought about the Christian “advent”. After all, the two I was thinking about were half of that.

The other two are faith and love. Faith, for me, is also a cognitive process. I will or may get back to this.  Then there is love (proclaimed at one biblical point to be the greatest of these).

There is something cyclical about these, a chicken or the egg dynamic. Which one leads, was first, the origin?

Anyway,  there is not such thing as too much of any of these… at least in their pure form (and not feigned of forced).