Four Beasts – Photo: L. Weikel
Five More Days
Tick tock. Yeah, I notice.
And you know what? It’s strange.
The past couple of posts have felt harder to write than the prior 260 or so. Prior? Previous? (Ha ha – this bugged me and I kept vacillating on which word was more appropriate, so I looked it up. Each used the other in their definition, pinging me into a self-reflective loop. Ugh. So I guess either one is technically ok to use, even though I sense a subtle but distinct difference. Maybe that’s what I get for using dictionary.com?)
And right there is yet another example of how easily it is for me to go off on tangents sometimes.
My Point
My point is that I’m closing in on the one year anniversary of my commitment to posting every single day for 1111 days in honor of our son Karl.
The first ten, fifteen, twenty days were tough. The very enormity of what I’d declared publicly loomed large and verged on the cusp of insurmountable. And then, surprisingly, I seemed to get into a rhythm.
When I realized the benefit of taking at least one photo during the day, the game (which is most definitely not a game) changed. Those photos saved my bacon many a day by giving me something to write about. A starting point. A platform from which I could dive into the twists and turns of an invisible tunnel.
A Journey of Sorts
I never actually thought of my posts in this way before, but in writing that last paragraph, I realize that the photos I use as instigators of my posts are portals, in a way, leading to unique and distinctive journeys that I map out before you with my words.
They each are completely unique because I rarely use the same portal more than once. That means that each portal has the potential to take me to unfamiliar territory.
Funny thing? Tonight I searched desperately for a photo I could use that would give me something to write about tonight. You see what I chose.
How did those four beasts (and yes, there is actually a dog completely submerged under the covers toward the front right of the photo) lead to this discussion?
I have no idea.
I guess that’s the magic of this process.
(T-752)