One of the things that has bothered me the most in recent years is the lack of writing I am doing. I don’t fancy myself a “writer” but most of my life has been well documented enough for me to be able to be comfortable in the chance that if I ever did get famous for something, they would have enough material to publish a fairly detailed – even intimate biography of me. One of those dreams you know.
Turning 35 has been typically thought provoking. I have been wondering a lot about legacy. What is it that I will leave behind? And no after much thought and deliberation, two good human beings that are my children isn’t enough. It’s a lot, yes and the amount of work left tremendous but no, I think for me, I need to do something more. What that is is still evading me. I wanted to write a book- but doesn’t everybody now? I wanted to be the blog queen- I just don’t have the discipline to write everyday. I wanted to start a design magazine. I have dreams of a school. There is just so much to do but that feeling of clicking isn’t happening yet so Im biding away my time by dabbling. I dabble in illustration and make designs. I am writing again in my journal but its hardly share-worthy- dare I say yet? I dabble inreading and collecting words quotes and phrases that I like. Too much dabble but at this time with only pockets of time to call my own, it sustains.
The other day, at the bookstore I ran into Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project– the Five year one sentence Journal. Writing over a period of time has always been a source of fascination for me. I have maintained many letter time capsules with friends and K and I in the midst of our own ten year letters to each other thing. This clicked. May I say at this time that writing one sentence a day is actually MUCH harder than it sounds? You want to be able to stop time in that sentence so when read later one day, you are able to be transported into that same time and mode. Basically what journals do but more…twittery. Its only been a month but I have maintained it very easily so there is hope yet for the five years flying by and me revisiting this point in 2017 with some surprising insights and hopefully, a legacy to call my own.