Nathan Lowell (he/him) ๐Ÿ“Ž's avatar
Nathan Lowell (he/him) ๐Ÿ“Ž
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Professional teller of tales I write the books I want to read but can't find. I will, on occasion, post the picture of a park, usually taken in the morning on the day of the post. I use the tag #tommw for Talking On My Morning Walk, my somewhat daily podcast. I never post the link. The picture is the "first word" of the podcast and tells my listeners that the new episode is coming. They know how to find it. he/him #selfpublishing #sff #dailyhaikuprompt #bookstodon #fountainpens
A new day. A new chance to succeed. I'm slow to fully wake but up and moving with a couple of hours until dawn. A chilly morning, but not brutally cold. I will get out for my walk when the sun gets up to light my path. A quiet morning, nothing much on the docket for the day. The quiet house noises barely noticeable. A day to hug my loved ones and be grateful for the small pool of calm that starts most mornings. May you find some modicum of calm in your hectic day #today
A new day. A new chance to succeed. A day to recover after overdoing it in the yard yesterday. A day to deal with some bookkeeping chores, a grocery run, and laundry. A day to make bagels for breakfast tomorrow. A day where, if I do all that, I'll need another day to recover tomorrow. Sometimes life just piles up on me. It would be easy to let the tasks overwhelm me. In truth, most of them are things I want to do and just need to start. I hope your day starts smoothly #today
A new day. A new chance to succeed. Routine, single-digit day. Not just the temperature but, I think, my general outlook on the day. I'm feeling like just giving it the single digit - you know the one - and crawling back into my cave. I won't. I have responsibilities to deal with. Things I want to do. Selfish things. Stuff that's important to me, even if not to others. I'll do those the best I can and the rest? Single digit. May you have a fulfilling single digit day #today
A new day. A new chance to succeed. Two steps forward. One step back. Some see that as a setback. I see it as a rich opportunity. Not only do I get to re-examine that prior step for details I might have missed. I also get to pick what might be a better choice going forward based on better information. With greater insight comes greater possibilities. It's not a setback. It's learning. I hope you have a chance to learn something better #today
A new day, a new chance to succeed. Success today means something different than most days, I think. The long series of "drop and pickup" doesn't seem like such a burden today. Partly because I've had to take a deep breath or two, step back, and just stop to ask: Why has juggle become struggle? Why has writing become work instead of art? The answer to the first question appears in the second. I hope you find answers to some of your questions #today
Another day, another chance to succeed. Yes, the calendar page flipped, but, if you think about it, every morning starts a new month, a new year, even if the calendar doesn't change. But I keep my focus on today. What can I do to make the world better today? How can I help someone today? How can I be a better me today? I juggle a lot, dropping my fair share, but sometimes the pattern comes together. I hope your pattern comes together for you #today
A new day. A new chance to succeed. Sometimes I just have to put the balls down. I have to accept that the juggling isn't working. That I'm spending all my energy picking up drops, braced against the next, fixated on the last. The pattern becomes too ragged, too unreliable to follow. I'm always tempted to push through. To just pick up the balls and start. Sometimes that works. Sometimes I just have to accept that I need to let it rest. I hope you can let it rest if you need to #today
Another day, another chance to succeed. The juggling continues to limp along. One of the bean bags has started losing beans. I think the tennis ball left sometime in the night and I've substituted a rolled up sock. I have no idea where the scarves went. Possibly into the laundry. I can only hope they surface eventually. It's okay. It's one day at a time. I just need to do what I can with what I have in the time allotted. I hope you find some peace in your chaos #today
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