Forgotten Days,
ways to do things that
were once light
I just have a few minutes to write before I have to go to work. It’s funny how life gets away from me, how I start to miss things like writing. I once hoped I would make some sort of a living from my writing, but that never came to fruition, and I’m okay with that; after all, life is pretty good.
Since my last post — over two years ago — I quit my job at the Bobcat Plant. Out of sheer frustration with the place, with five years of unfulfilled promises and the runaround and the lost opportunities to enjoy life, I decided it was time to find a new path, and put in my notice there. After a short break I got a holdover job at the local Menards, and now I have embarked on this new career as a Correctional Officer. Now I have the opportunity to serve my community every time I go to work.
Every time I go to work I choose to go to jail, and do the other things not because they are easy, but because they are hard. Because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of my energies and skills, because that challenge is one that I am willing to accept, unwilling to postpone, and one which I intend to win.
I’ve forgotten how to do this. I’ve forgotten how to put in the header image, how to insert the images in the text, and I’m pretty sure if I pick this back up I’m going to have to figure out how to get my domain name back. But I’m still out there fighting the good fight, fitter and more adventurous than ever. Just a few weeks ago my family and I went to the top of Pike’s Peak, and in the same day we were exploring caves deep underground. This is life, and we’re living it.
I hope you are too. Whatever your fight, I hope you’re fighting. Whatever your life, I hope you’re living. It should be an adventure, even through the everyday.
Do these things not because they are easy, but because you mean to win.
Rob's Surf Report 
I came upon this post by chance as I was brought to an older post of my own by one I wrote this morning. In this older post, you had left a comment saying that I was your heroine(not the drug). So many years ago! I just recently began writing again and even though this post is from the past year, your opening poem resonates with me.
Good for you Margaret, I keep telling myself I need to get back in the writing habit! It’s hard to find time nowadays between work and school and everything else, but partly I suspect it’s just something I have to make time for until I’ve got it going again. I logged into Facebook by chance this morning (I don’t check in on Facebook too much anymore) and I saw your message on the Rob’s Surf Report page and it made me feel good. I’ll have to keep my eye on your blog. 🙂
I’m so happy you randomly checked your facebook. It is definitely something to find time for. For me it’s been that sweet few hours just before the sun rise till my son wakes up. I know there will be more adjusting once my little one comes in May, but I suppose it helps that I’m developing a habit of just making time every morning. A rootless tree is a fruitless tree. 🙂 I might be focusing more on my blog at the moment, but small steps are still steps. 🙂