Grabbing my Checkered Flag

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Today is Day 30 of my “30-new-pieces-of-writing-in-30-days” challenge that I started on May 15, 2023.

I chose the challenge to get me back to writing again regularly. I am a writer, after all. Plus, writing again was the last thing I needed to do to rehabilitate and re-calibrate my health and my life after a challenging year-plus of caretaking family members and losing my mother.

I had wanted to have fun with writing again, and I’m happy to report that I overdelivered.  Over each of the 30 days, I never knew what I was going to write about until I sat down to do it. Each piece, each day, had a different theme and it was magically-delicious to see what would pop outta the hopper next.

I had wanted to be more vulnerable and self-revealing in my writing. Right here, right now, I award myself a triple-gold star for overachievement in this realm as well. Doing so was a major turning point in my becoming a more authentic person.

Simply put, I’m finished with hiding my world of talents and gifts, tired of hiding my feelings, tired of hiding my humanity, tired of hiding my vulnerability, which, as it turns out, really is a strength.

It’s important to define and then eliminate our hiding places on the quest for self-liberation. There are so many of them, both overt and covert, that you have to keep your eyes wide open.

The list of possibilities is endless. Here. Pick one or three or five: Booze, drugs, food, junk food, sugar, sloth, co-dependence, negativity, morbid self-absorption, the 108 defilements; victim consciousness, online shopping; tv; video games, youtube, Netflix, smoking, not leaving the house, not sharing your own humanity, not sharing your own gifts, the thousand forms of fear, and the seven deadly sins.

Not being able to say no is a hiding place; not being able to say yes is a hiding place, too. Doing too much for others and not enough for oneself is a hiding place that looks a lot like benevolence;                                                                                                                                                                             you can place that one in trickster territory. Believe me, the world is never going to question you on this one.

By my estimation, over the past 30 days, I’ve written between 100-120 hours. I haven’t done that since I had a professional writing job working for someone else. Day One’s piece took about two hours to write. After that, each piece took anywhere from 2.5 to 4 hours.

When the time came to sit down and write, I knew that a topic would come, which it always did – and pretty rapidly at that. There were only a few occasions where I sat for more than 15 minutes contemplating, or started a piece and chose to completely re-direct.

By extension, if one goes through life knowing that the Universe will always provide everything in accordance with our receptivity, well… as far as I’m concerned, that’s all anyone needs to know.

I’m now firmly set on moving in the direction of new life experiences, with no time left to lose. I have got a lot to write about; a book in the hopper; projects in mind; professional offerings.

I’ll be coaching writers to write their own books. I’ll be teaching Method Writing. I’ll be conducting one and two-day workshops on niche writing topics for the public-at-large.

Countless people out there want to write but don’t know how; or they think they need to be “good” before they can sit down and pick up a pen; or they don’t know where to begin or how to keep going once they have.

I want to work with everybody: those who are already on their way and those who are trying to find it. Here’s what I know for sure: Life is nothing more than experiences, each of which is a story. Our human bodies are really nothing more than the vault which contains them.

If you’ve got a book in you, it should be written, even if it’s only for your own family and friends. Both my mother and father perished from this earth and I know little-to-nothing about the lives they lived. This is a saddening fact in which I’m pretty sure I’m not alone.

Each evening, when I pressed the PUBLISH button, I walked away from my computer feeling fantastically fulfilled, knowing that I had done my life’s work for the day. For me, there’s no better feeling than that.

All my other 29 pieces were posted sometime in the evening. This one’s about to go up a little after 1:00 pm. Like I said, no more time to lose.

You see, my personal satellite uplink and Life’s satellite downlink are finally, fully synchronized and are already moving on to a new setting,

as I complete my final, bittersweet words of this, Original Piece Number 30.


Earlier today, after sharing a lengthy conversation with a man and his wife at Alon’s,  swapping stories of caregiving, death,

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