Okay I keep going back to my list for A. I am having trouble writing what’s left. Not because I am unable, or incapable. Because I am too close. Everything I would write about Abuse or sexuality might end up as angry ranting instead of the general musing I try for. Asking and assuming would sound( and did, as I tried those topics) confused and lost. Generally not a good read. Animals, while a simple topic, are another that would just be a general topic without an angle to make the entry worthy of the read.
In some ways, I see that as a general fault in most writer’s. Writing without passion and a clear head just makes an awful read. Know your limits. Find a topic you enjoy and aren’t too angry over. Or at least not so emotionally invested that writing becomes nothing but a rant. Emotionally invested is only really good for poetry and op ed pieces. I save most of those topics for poetry. Had I not been sleep deprived, my A list may have been more carefully made. So I will sleep on it, think carefully about it…and post my topics for B on the morrow.
Category: Self esteem
Allowance
How does one teach a child how to use money? By giving them an allowance, of course. It has always been curious to me as to how to decide how much to pay your kids. I chose $1 a day for my daughter. And if she misbehaves then in can cost between a quarter to a full day worth. Yet, I find myself wondering if it actually prepares her for deal with money. After all she doesn’t have bills.
I have seen parenting pages that speak of working it more like a job. Assigning a cost for their chores. This is an option but I feel like that makes chores less responsibility and more a job. So then you need another method of teaching responsibility.
So I am always looking for the best when it comes to raising my girl. And so far, I haven’t found a better way of dealing with allowance. For now, it’s money so she can have a measure of independent thought and learn at least a little lesson on handling money.
Experiments in social media
I am attached to my phone. I use it for everything, from games to writing. So Facebook tends to be something i look to for promotion of my publication and for social interaction. (Not that I am a weird shut in, or something…. lol).
So in order to spark the muse, occasionally, I post things to Facebook. The latest was a challenge to my friends. I explained that I might use the answers for fodder for blogging. If cost wasn’t a factor, what would they want to gift me for my birthday. Would it be serious or a gag? I am not sure what i expected.
I got touching responses. Many were the same. Mostly everyone would give me improved health and happiness, unlimited books and art supplies, and peace for my daughter and I. When I made the post, I think I had a perception of more materialistic answers. Which would not have fit me. I don’t know why I expected it. I am surprised however that there were no gag suggestions. Hmmm perhaps it says something about me that my friends are all wanting peace of mind and happiness for me. I am sure however that I have been blessed in the friends I have.
My thoughts
So much a year can change . Life kicked me hard in the head exactly a year ago today. I am a survivor, so i did what i do. I survived. I struggled and learned. The stability i desired so badly, i have obtained. And what matters most is what i held onto. So for those who are struggling and feel that their world has fallen apart, i say hold on…things do get better.
Abundance
Well this is a blow up topic. One that if handled improperly, could cause a flame war. America has never known a lack of abundance. We have within our grasp everything we could possibly desire. And this rarely is appreciated. Don’t believe me? Try being homeless here versus in other parts of the world. I have lived out of my car. There were plenty of places I could go to get assistance. At least one shelter I left because it felt too much like they wanted to keep me. Poverty is horrible, but often in the USA, it means not having enough to do things on your own. In other places, it may mean worse. The things so often taken for granted are just not there. Food, water, basic shelter, a land not at war.
Authors, and artists in general
Lately, well for the last decade anyway, I have been surrounding myself with other artisans. Partly because I am insecure about my art. And partly because it’s nice to be among others with similar interests. I think creative types all do that. So for my mind, it seems as though there are more creative types now than at any time before. There are more ways to be a writer, or an artist, now than there have been. I firmly believe this is because the human mind is constantly expanding. At this period in time we have less to contend with for survival. Convenient grocery stores mean that the skills needed for survival are different than even what was needed a century ago.
So since we have more time that isn’t devoted to survival, we can be creative. There was a line in one of The Earth’s Children books (written by Jean M. Auel)… and now that I go looking for that exact line, I can’t find it. Anyway, the gist of the line was that the reason that beads and artistry were signs of status were because of how much time a single bead took to make. That was time that wasn’t devoted to gathering of food and shelter resources. In our society there is less need for hunting and gathering. So we as a species still have that mindset. Since there is enough time for the unnecessary making of art, then we are doing well. So we hold the artist and the storyteller in high regard because of this.
Anxiety
Okay, now for a overdone topic. There are so many blogs out there talking about anxiety… perhaps because as a culture we have over the last century become more and more anxious. Admittedly, I am not immune. It keeps me up thinking. However, I try not to feed it. I imagine anxiety as a terrible beast with sharp claws and way too many teeth. It follows me, waiting for the weakness to take hold. Waiting till I am so weary, that I rest. We all must rest occasionally. Then the beast tears into me, stealing my breath. Causing my mind to immerse in paranoid wanderings. Causing fear to take hold. Most of the time the fear is manageable, as is the self doubt. It’s always there, but perhaps I am better at pushing it down. For me, the beast called anxiety takes my power to push away.
Art
This is a touchy subject for me. I have to write, I want to draw. I am not sure I have talent at as many art forms as I enjoy trying. I know I am a talented poet. However my prose is occasionally flawed. And though it’s improving, my drawing is amateur at best. My photography is often out of focus. My crafting has often got major flaws.
All that having been said, I don’t let it stop me. I do not nor likely will I need my art to make a living. My art is for my pleasure, and only for that. I share so I can get opinions. So I can attempt to learn and improve. Practice is how my drawing has improved. I honestly think too many restrictions are placed upon art. It’s all good… just not all good to everyone. Difference is what makes us unique. Without the diversity that comes from various talents, art would not grow. So yes, my talents aren’t as outreaching as my desire to create…. but I never said they were. Constructive criticism accepted… all others move along.
Abuelas
I’m going to start with a topic that is fairly easy, and close to my heart. Abuelas…aka grandmother’s. I have been blessed in mine. One could say i had four. My mom’ s mother, my daddy’s mother, my stepdad’s mom, and the kind lady who refused to be anything but grandma brown.
To be Frank, I only remember her kindness and her kitchen. She was there for my mom and I when i was extremely young. Three years old to six. So some of my first memories were of her. She taught my mom how to cook. I know she died, but I remember her telling us not to visit her grave. She used to say if we couldn’t visit her in life, then we weren’t welcome in death.
Grandma Ethel, my mom’s mother, was a very complex woman. One of the strongest I have ever known. It’s from her I have my love of reading. She loved me unconditionally. She was a natural born story teller. I still repeat some of her stories… she used to work in hospitals as an admission clerk. Well the ambulance brought in a drunk recovered from an accident. The staff got him awake, and he started looking around. “Where is Bob? ” He asked getting more and more agitated. The ambulance went back and found Bob. They get them together, only to have both men start asking for Steve. So this time before the return to the scene, the emt’s asked how many there were. Five total men. None were really harmed by the crash, which wrapped the car around a tree. All were drunk. Turns out the reason for the crash? All five were asleep in the back seat at the time.
However, for all that I loved her, she was a stubborn person. She literally could burn water. She had broken her back three times, had to have it fused five. So she was often cranky because she was in so much pain. She crotcheted, knitted, sewed, did cross stitch and plastic canvas. She loved old movies and British comedies. She was everything to me. I know i was a disappointment to her, but I never doubted her love for me.
Grandma Harris, my daddy’s mom, was old fashioned and strict. She and I really didn’t get along as well. She adored my brother and felt I was too misbehaving. Maybe I was. She was also a strong woman, raised five kids by herself back when that just wasn’t done. She made doll furniture, did ceramics, and made candy. She always kept busy. There was a piano in her house, and music was a big thing around her.
Last but nowhere near least, “Grandma Sis”, my Stepdad’s mom. She was tough, and I really didn’t get to know her well. She when I met her was already unwell. Yet she took the time to welcome me into her family, and gave me a box of books. She took the time to find out what i was into, so she could welcome me. She really was an amazing woman.
Of course not everyone has such abundance. I also had my great grandma and my momo. I think being surrounded by such wonderfully strong female role-models has helped me to really reach to be strong like them.
Blog topics
Another writer, a dear friend of mine, was challenged to do the the alphabet challenge on her blog. It got me thinking…. in many directions. One that I wasn’t sure I could be as brave as she. She asked her friends for topics. That opens things up that I myself would be afraid to face. I am a coward sometimes when it comes to blogging. I really don’t like that about myself. I have written and erased quite a few because they felt tooo much like either I was whining or that I was having a pity party.
Second, and to me more important, it got me wanting to brainstorm. Which I was doing, on a sleep deprived mind. I think my mind works oddly better on little to no sleep. So i decided to try to do a alphabet style challenge of my own. However, I will do it differently. I will list all the topics for a letter I can think of…then write a blog post for each topic until I finish that letter. Then do a list for the next letter. Yes it will take longer than a month…but it may help me kick my other writing into gear. Or at the very least it’ll get me thinking. I apologize if any of the topics are too upsetting. I may choose to not do some, as these were also popping to mind at a time when anxiety and fear have the biggest hold.
So here’s my topics for A.
Abuse, Animals, anxiety, abuelas, abundance, amorality, art, asking, assumptions, asexuality (and sexuality in general, I think), allowance, (I would do animal abuse but that is the topic my friend did. And she did it beautifully… here’s hers), Authors (and artists), anarchy ( and likely politics), anticipation and that is my “A” Topics. If you have any ideas to add, go ahead and leave them in the comments. I won’t promise to add them, but I will at least enjoy the interaction.
