A heart on fire.

A favorite t-shirt.

“There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart…pursue those.”  ~ Michael Nolan

What few things catch my heart and why am I not doing them more?

When D left I wrote pages and pages in a journal  (a spiral-bound notebook).  I told him I was going to write a book about this divorce experience.  I could tell that made him a little uncomfortable.  He knew, I guess, that he wouldn’t look very good in a book I would write about our relationship, or at least the end of it.  He even had the nerve to tell me one time that he thought I shouldn’t do that because it might “hurt the children.”  I remember verbally exploding and saying something like this:  “Do you really think I could say anything that would do as much damage as you’ve already done!?”  The nerve!

It was journal writing that made me realize I enjoy writing.  Pen to paper was like draining some of that poison out of me and onto the paper and it made me feel better.  Now I compose strictly on the computer but it still has the same cathartic effect.  And not only is it the therapy I get from writing, but it makes me feel good to know that my voice is being heard.  Those of you who take the time to read my blog, I thank you.

And thanks, too, for letting me think out loud so to speak.  That’s really what I’m doing.  And I’ve thought my way into realizing that I probably need to write more and it might be good to write something every day.

I started out thinking I would write a list of things I am passionate about.  I digressed a bit, didn’t I?  But this is good.  I haven’t figured out yet whether I’ll write the book but I don’t have to decide that right now.  I hope to write more about what catches my heart another day.

Now I’m heading over to my granddaughter’s middle school where she will compete in her first ever track meet.  I’m sure I don’t have to say how passionate I am about all my grandchildren.  You might have noticed that in previous posts.

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