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I get it, Jean-Michel. I get it.

After accomplishing one-quarter of my goal of writing what I see right here and right now each day for a hundred days, I can confirm the following:

The more I write, the more I like everything.

The more I write, the more I see the world a little differently.  The more I write, things change colour and shape.  The more I write, the more connections I make.  The more I write, the more I dwell in gratitude and mystery. The more I write, the new becomes old and the old becomes new. The more I write, I keep getting lost and found.  The more I write, the more I discover how little I know.  The more I write, the more I listen closely.  The more I write, the more I am open to every happenstance as an opportunity to learn.  The more I write, I find more questions that don’t need to be answered right away or even at all. The more I write, life gets a little more beautifully urgent – the “don’t wait” mantra rings in my head a little louder. The more I write, the more I want to write.

Liking everything.  That’s a big deal for me.  Liking the messes and the spills and the emotional uncertainties of my day is a new thing.  I have four daughters and a five year old son – emotional uncertainty is a certainty in our home.  But writing what I see changes my perception of time and what is essential to me.  I no longer look around and see only that annoying pile of lego underfoot or people’s crap strewn all over the stairs.  I see a house that is lived in.  When there are projects in piles all over the house, it was probably a good day of curious creating and as little as five years from now, my house won’t look like this.  It might even be a little emptier, less bodies to bump into or step on by accident. One day, I will miss seeing the floor splattered with paint and those tiny fingerprints on the lower portion of the wall.

Right now, right here, I like what I see.  And the more that I slow down to observe the sights and sounds of the world within and without, I want to write about it all.  I don’t want to miss a thing.

I am ready for the next 75 days of writing.  Thanks for coming along for the ride.

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100 scribbles…hurriedly writing the here and now.

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