I don’t have much trouble writing posts. I just make them up, after all. However, there are times that I suddenly have a backlog of posts.
It’s happened more than once this summer. I’ll make a list of 4-5 posts that I want to write. The topics are clear and the post theme is fairly clear in my brain.
As I thought about those times, I realized that they all have something in common: unique experiences.
Nancy and I traveled together over Memorial Day weekend. On the plane ride home I scribbled five posts. You’ve read them already.
A couple weeks ago I had some time waiting for Hope. I decided to sit in the car rather than driving somewhere. I discovered that there was no wifi. I wrote the beginnings of four posts.
Over the weekend I went to a dance recital. The picture shows the notes in the program for four posts…including this one.
My life isn’t full of novel events. I am pretty consistent, pretty low key. And that’s fine. But I’m thinking that occasionally, from time to time, I need to live. Not just for posts. They are the seismographic traces of learning happening.
Just to live.
Happy new week.