Ahh, December 31st. It’s that time of year when reflection runs rampant. The 365 days have been assessed and judgement has been issued: Well, I won’t do that again.
It was the third phone call that did me in. Up until that point I thought I had this trifle business sorted. It’s just cake with custard, fruit, jelly and a splash of wine – how hard could it be?
Roz Chast’s graphic memoir of the final years of her parents’ lives, Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant, explores the final years of her parents’ lives with raw honesty and biting humour.
I just finished Ali Smith’s 11th book, the Booker-shortlisted How To Be Both, and I keep asking myself, “How has this brilliant writer escaped my reading list?”
Last week I completed my 100 Happy Words challenge – writing 100 words a day for 100 days. It was my second 100 Day Challenge for the year. What really made these experiences was the unexpected stuff I learned along the way.
Having purpose is incredibly important for me. I have little motivation for doing things if I can’t see how they contribute to the bigger picture, how they somehow make life better on this planet.
100 days ago I was wrestling with writer’s block. I set out to write 10,000 words – 100 words every day for 100 days. Today, I celebrate completion.