Salvor-Hardon
A kiss is still a kiss
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06-26-10 Discipline
I've been trying to keep a healthy lifestyle, eating right, exercising, blah blah blah. Thursday however, I forgot my goggles for swim practice. I was tempted to walk out as swimming without goggles is always a problem and the lazy part of my will really wanted to just go sit in a coffee shop and enjoy a croissant and an coffee.
I stayed, I swam. It wasn't really a good work out, but it was an exercise in discipline. It was pushing through the lethargy and one step closer to vitality. It was taking control of my life, crafting it to be what I want it to be, not waiting for something magical to happen.
I admit that writing this now is the same thing. I promised myself when I start this again I would post at least once a week. Every Friday would be a new entry, and I would keep it less of an article and more personal journal. Last night I started several times, but by the third sentence all of them were just self promotion, drivel or something closer to fiction than fact. I couldn't keep writing, and I avoided the submit button like the plague.
I want to be a writer. Not so much that I make my money with what I write as my few forays in being published have been savage and akin to being abused then charged for the privilege. The whole industry is a giant cluster fuck, and I am happy to be out of it.
But I like expressing my thoughts, feelings, desires and "self" in words. I also take photographs, dabble in water colors, sketch, and tinker with electronics. All of them are skills, that have to be practiced and honed. I will never be an artist, never have a book tour, never a life of leisure because of my handiwork. Those are all done for passion, as an amateur, a love for the act and giving of myself to the piece.
I know though that I have to keep at it, even when I don't feel like it, even when I have nothing profound, even when I forget my goggles.
I've been trying to keep a healthy lifestyle, eating right, exercising, blah blah blah. Thursday however, I forgot my goggles for swim practice. I was tempted to walk out as swimming without goggles is always a problem and the lazy part of my will really wanted to just go sit in a coffee shop and enjoy a croissant and an coffee.
I stayed, I swam. It wasn't really a good work out, but it was an exercise in discipline. It was pushing through the lethargy and one step closer to vitality. It was taking control of my life, crafting it to be what I want it to be, not waiting for something magical to happen.
I admit that writing this now is the same thing. I promised myself when I start this again I would post at least once a week. Every Friday would be a new entry, and I would keep it less of an article and more personal journal. Last night I started several times, but by the third sentence all of them were just self promotion, drivel or something closer to fiction than fact. I couldn't keep writing, and I avoided the submit button like the plague.
I want to be a writer. Not so much that I make my money with what I write as my few forays in being published have been savage and akin to being abused then charged for the privilege. The whole industry is a giant cluster fuck, and I am happy to be out of it.
But I like expressing my thoughts, feelings, desires and "self" in words. I also take photographs, dabble in water colors, sketch, and tinker with electronics. All of them are skills, that have to be practiced and honed. I will never be an artist, never have a book tour, never a life of leisure because of my handiwork. Those are all done for passion, as an amateur, a love for the act and giving of myself to the piece.
I know though that I have to keep at it, even when I don't feel like it, even when I have nothing profound, even when I forget my goggles.