Day 163

Prompt: this week, pick part of the quote below and write an entry inspired by it. “Wherever there is a poetical action, a religious aspiration, a heroic thought, or a union of the nature within man and the Nature without, there is Zen.”  -R. H. Blyth My choice: a poetical action   Before I switched jobs, …

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Day 138

My dad has been a huge source of support and inspiration for me throughout my life. When I tell stories from my childhood, they are inevitably met with a chorus of "awwww" about the things he'd do. Of course, there were the standard Dad things: playing catch, helping us practice for sports, and making jokes …

Day 120

Continuing my post from yesterday.   After the last bell, "physics club" meets. It's an unofficial gathering of a few students that need a place to hang out while their rides navigate the heavy traffic around the school. Today, we talk about a new Catholic holiday called "Lint Day" where instead of palms around your …

Day 119

Prompt: teaching. I figure I'll do a "life in the day of" type of post.   The school looms ahead of me in the fog, the weather mirroring my mind as I shake the last vestiges of sleep from it. Anxiety kept me up late, later than I should ever be up, squeezing in a …

Day 105

Prompt:    Staring at the water, I let my thoughts go. I stop trying to repress the hurt, the anger, all those pesky emotions I've been avoiding for the last couple weeks. It's almost a relief until the pain comes rushing back. Right. Pain and grief are bedfellows. I try to keep the tears inside, swallow …

Day 100

WOO HOO! 100 days in and I've only missed 8(?). I'm calling that a victory. Today will be a reflection on the project (and my life) since January.   When I started the writing challenge in January, it was 99% about holding my dad accountable for writing at least a few words each day. I …

Day 98

Prompt: an isolated place.   I stretch and roll over, reaching for the controller. Yes, Netflix, I'm still watching; you don't need to shame me every three episodes. I stand up, rolling the kinks out of my neck and finishing the last swig of my beer. Time for a refill. The clock reads 8:20pm in …