Thin Places, Thick Places Day 13

Thin Places, Thick Places (Series)

Day 13.
5 days until lift-off.

There were many motivators behind why I started this series.

First and most predominantly, to get better at a craft one must practice a craft. What is the estimate? I’ve heard that 10,000 hours spent practicing any craft gives you a level of accomplishment and mastery in the craft. I’m pretty far from that, and only getting older. Therefore, I’m writing as much as possible now.

To become a better storyteller, one must actually tell stories. Not pontificate about telling stories, but actually hit the pen to the paper or the fingers to the keys and WRITE.

As an external processor, writing a little blog series (to become a short film later, once I have footage) just makes sense.

It doesn’t mean my little series will be read. Or, it could be read but could ring of shite handed out on a plate of mediocrity. I’m often tired by the end of the day, which is when I can actually write. Upon sitting in my writing position I usually draw a blank.

I have a general theme, which is the thin places thick places idea. Still. Writing EVERY DAY is a discipline. Back to that topic, pesky discipline. Nothing worthwhile comes without some serious discipline.

As I considered what to write today, ALL I felt was tired.

As our lift-off approaches I’m getting a little plussed. Not necessarily on the outside (although my husband and kids might disagree), but I’m having trouble staying asleep and my brain is chugging so hard I believe smoke is puffing out of my ears.

It is to be expected. We are moving AND leaving for an extended trip overseas on the same day. Hyper brain activity and little eeks of stress are to be expected.

Still.

Today brought a lovely event, event in the midst of all the over-active brain smoking. My kids and I walked through the “Taste of Fort Collins” festival. It was HOT. Not just summer hot, it was “I can’t think a straight and clear thought” hot.

Still.

I realized, as we pressed through a hot, crowded, noisy, and more HOT festival, that I LOVE doing things with my kids.

This realization gave me a LOVELY THIN PLACE MOMENT. No matter how inflamed, tired, stressed, and smokingly over-active I have been, I really love my kids.

(This is a good thing to realize because I am about to be with them 24/7 for 6 weeks, in teenie little European spaces.)

At the festival they got funny and whimsical face painting art. It was sweet and lovely. All things combined, I’m still here and still pressing onward. The stress will shift and I will get sleep. Hopefully sooner than later.

To be continued…