SINGLE STEP 365 ~ DAY 124

DAY 124

LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE

Noun
Capturing something powerful and elusive and then being able to hold it and show it to the world. 

Performing a rare feat. 

A moment of creative brilliance. 

Coming up with that idea was like catching lightning in a bottle.

Definition from Urban Dictionary.
Capture your own lightning!

Juliet

p.s. Thanks R.D. for the idea!

p.s.s. photo credit

p.s.s.s. Happy Cinco De Mayo! 

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SINGLE STEP 365 – DAY 123

DAY 123 

SPIDERS

I don’t like spiders. At all.

A little while ago, I was deep in thought about writing and life and lo and behold I look at the bottom of the door and see a ginormous black widow. All of a sudden my worries and frustration’s disappeared but were replaced with fear. I just knew more would come out and surround me, climb up my legs, and bite me.

I know, an unhealthy, unrealistic fear. 

And then it hit me. I could use this moment to my advantage. Back inside I wrote down my feelings while fresh, and will use them to enhance my current WIP.

Take control. But stay away from the spiders! Just in case…

Juliet

p.s. Having said all that, I’m still so freaked out by the spider that I can’t even look for a picture to set as main image. 😩 Oh well, baby steps…

SINGLE STEP 365 – DAY 122

DAY 122

Fight.

Write on.

Juliet

SINGLE STEP 365 ~ DAY 121

DAY 121

The death of Amy Bleuel side swiped me. She was a light in this dark world. She gave people hope, the belief that they mattered, and that their feelings were important. Since I learned of her passing, the idea of posting these 365 day posts seemed… unimportant. In my sadness, I realized I may be closer to my purpose than I ever have been.  The thing about purpose is that it can cause tension, pain, and nervousness. I’m not sure exactly where, how, or in what ways this blog will continue, but it will continue. Emotional turmoil and trauma is real. For too many people. Just because we can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t cut to the core with razor accuracy. Amy’s passing was a collision of trauma, pain, and truth. Today I give my voice permission to speak and carry on, in some small way, her vision. So bear with me. My blog is still about writing words on the page, following my dream of being a writer, but now will also be about pulling words from the dust and depths of the unspoken and allow them to be heard.

You are not alone.

Juliet