The last day of a month long series of blog posts based on specific writing prompts. This one — the February image on your wall calendar. So here it is, the calendar hanging in our kitchen, the only one in the house. It’s a 2016 calendar made up entirely of photographs of our granddaughter and we move through the year hanging pictures of her to look at again. The month and days are unimportant. Kim keeps a day planner and I utilize my iPhone and computer to track the days.
Ah, the march of time.
As startling as it is to watch how fast a baby turns into a little person, that same speed applies to life in general. Frightening really, how swiftly time marches on.
The month long writing prompt challenge has been enlightening and challenged my ability to produce content quickly. It’s also helped form a ritual to conceptualize and produce on a daily basis. On more than one occasion it introduced me to sloth and procrastination. I’m glad I participated. And I’m glad it’s over. Not sure I have the energy for one more post.
I’m always wondering what’s next. At work. At home. On a ride on the Vespa. And now here I am with Scooter in the Sticks wondering what I’ll do next. I have a list of topics, ideas and goals. And probably all of them will wait until I retire at the end of June before I leap in to action. Or maybe stroll.
Until then I’ll just post whatever happens to cross my path or occur to me while riding to work or dozing in an easy chair.