I am done with writing all my poems for the breastfeeding book! I thought I was done. I am done with the poems, but after talking about it with my wife last night I am not ready to move forward just yet.
David wanted earnestly to build the Temple. The remnant returning from Babylon after 70 years was slow to rebuild the Temple that he prepared for and his son established. Taking a step back from a close reading of the context, this tension between HaShem and Israel is interesting to me. It makes me think of a relationship between a husband and wife. It makes me think of me and my wife, really.
In my previous post, I owned my mistakes and took note of my progress and growth. Today, I would like to set some realistic goals for myself. I am resigned to continuing to write in 10 minute bursts, but I am looking to experiment with how that plays out. I feel like I should narrow my focus a bit to work towards completing my projects as opposed to just writing for its own sake.
Since November 5, I have had 38 opportunities to publish posts on my blog under the Monday to Friday prompt I set for myself. I have not met that goal. This will be my 21st blog.
As the classic song say, "take time with a wounded hand," while I may not be half the man I used to be, I have been growing more thankful for the man I am as they day has worn on.
My phone screen in cracked!
I am typing this on a physical keyboard, which feels fantastic by the way, on my wife's cheapo refurbished laptop she bought on Amazon months ago when a cat knocked down her previous laptop.
Due to time constraints and the typically high level of exhaustion I am working at, I can either stop writing or write when and what I can. Because I am so set on writing, I have decided to due just that and set aside time for myself to write what I can within a set time. These 344 words were wrought in the space of 10 minutes.
I don't know if I am an Anarchist, Minarchist or just some incoherent strain of libertarian. I know I am favor of extreme free speech and self-autonomy. Those freedoms are rooted in Property Rights
Last night, as I lay down to go to sleep, my wife asked me what I was thinking about turning 31. I told her what I said when I turned 30. It's something I've said a few times throughout this year.
Audioblog version of Sonnet 2 Decyphered
My second breakdown and analysis of Shakespeare's Sonnets. This week I #amwriting about owning my biases and grounding the Bard because that's where the words took me.