Actions and consequences

There are consequences for actions. We all need reminders of this, now more than ever.

I have trouble with this sometimes. Trouble with my own actions and their consequences. I’m trying hard to be clear, up front,  straight forward instead or RE-acting, lashing out. It’s not easy, and at no other time in my life have I experienced more doubt, more anxiety or had more questions about just this topic than during the journey of parenting.

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I want to write about:

  • The ultra-religious Muslims, their face/body coverings, the new rules/laws in Quebec, their dress ‘code’…but I don’t.
  • The plastic bags I request from the grocery store, when I know I shouldn’t, but do anyway. But I don’t.
  • The school system and how it’s failing my kids, but I don’t.
  • The political system here in this country and how it pisses me off. But I don’t.
  • Anxiety and how it affects my kids. But I don’t.
  • The #MeToo movement. But I don’t.
  • I have much to write about. I don’t.

What is holding me back?

#NaBloPoMo #AmWriting

 

 

Drowning in minutiae

Preamble: As a SAHM with two kids in rep sports, my working life is sporadic at best. It is currently non-existent which is no one’s fault but my own. I focus on blogging or writing for the habit and pleasure of it, enter contests to challenge myself, and sometimes submit to or accept contract positions to edit work or write articles. I spend most of my time at home trying to keep the family unit running and healthy. It never occurred to me back in the day when I had infants and toddlers that life could get this hectic with school-aged kids, who are also active in sports. This is the reason for the tone of this post…a post I wrote in order to adhere to my commitment to keep writing during NaBloPoMo.

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I read a lot of blogs. Social media, too. And news. Twitter.

I follow carefully, only entities or people who inform or entertain eloquently or thought-provokingly,  and show potential for engagement with likes and especially comments. Engagement is a lifeline when in the trenches of parenthood.

Here’s the thing: all this reading should inspire me to write more. Or write better.

In actual fact, it does. My drafts inside my WordPress profile, or in various other places, are full of ideas. Unrefined and incomplete ideas, that is.

Drivel, mostly. But that drivel is still words I wrote… Continue Reading

#AmWritingInNovemberDay2: will they eat it?

I am shamelessly stealing the ‘will they eat it’ idea from Andrea here because 1) it’s a great idea for a blog post and 2) who doesn’t constantly think and worry about dinner? And what’s more, is the effort of making dinner going to be appreciated, and actually eaten, by the minions in your house?

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Writing without direction (but posting on a blog)

It seems I’m neglecting my blog. I am, sort of, but not because I want to.

It appears I have LESS time than I did before. And the only thing that’s changed from before is that my partner’s work force is on strike.

Theoretically I should be writing MORE with him out of the house five days per week (to walk the pickets) instead of only two or three (teaching days).

Sigh.

It hasn’t worked out that way. I’m up to my eyeballs in everything and yet, nothing seems to get done.

But then I lost my reading glasses. The way the situation resolved itself was kind of weird, not particularly interesting or out of this world, but still different enough from the day-to-day same old, same old, so I thought:

Blog Fodder!

I posted it on my other blog. Click on the link below and enjoy:

A day in the life: lost items, phone-calls and other irritations.

#AmWritingAgain