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Sunday, March 17, 2013
Quote from "Happiness is an Inside Job" by Sylvia Boorstein
I may be citing more quotes from this book, which I just started reading today, but this one I must keep:
"Life is an ongoing series of changing circumstances to which human beings are continually called upon to respond. What the Buddha taught is that we could respond happily."
Right on!
"Life is an ongoing series of changing circumstances to which human beings are continually called upon to respond. What the Buddha taught is that we could respond happily."
Right on!
Words Alive!
So I sit here on a cloudy so-so Sunday in March—the 17th, St. Patty's Day, for the benefit of my dear Irish friends and relatives—and I commit myself to an old, resurrected goal: to write for fun and profit. Ah, the freelancing dream…I am dusting it off again. So many years ago, I began freelancing because I met a successful freelancer, my neighbor Joan Anderson, and thought I'd see if I could earn a few dollars just typing some profit-mongering prose.
Amazingly, I had some limited success…but I did not continue on for years, as did my talented and hardworking neighbor.
But I sit here at my laptop, contemplating the need for cash…not a new need, but a rather persistent one these days in my fixed-income senior world. And though my writing has been limited to countless words eked out on my emails, it (the urge?, the talent?) has always been lurking around me.
I have happily "spent" many unpaid hours to creating presentations for my continual learning group at Roosevelt University in Schaumburg…officially, ICLRU, Institute for Continual Learning at Roosevelt University. I have learned to use PowerPoint, have honed (and indulged) my humor and performance abilities, and have been rewarded mightily—not in dollars, but in a sense of achievement and ego-boosting.
I became the teacher I had wanted to be all my life—to an appreciative and responsive audience of my friends and peers.
Since I could choose any topic for presentation, I used films and political humor as my topics and main tools of presentation. It has been—continues to be—a wonderful outlet for me. I am tapping into my only real resource available—myself…and am amazed at what I have been finding…maybe not a motherlode, but a rich vein of treasure that was always there.
And now I contemplate the real need to enhance my income, my fixed income, and I turn once more to the idea of freelance writing. I turn to my usual resources…mostly via my wonderful Arlington Heights Memorial Library….to check out the competitive and demanding writing market.
I would still limit myself to nonfiction articles—how-to laced with humor, or visa versa. I had tried the greeting card market at various time, but this time am going to just concentrate on newspaper and magazine markets…virtual and online.
I have to limber up my rusty skills, which have been limited to endless emails. My journal attempts are sadly sporadic. My daily writing, a la Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way, has to start up again. She proposes a daily regimen of nonstop, non-edited journal writing ("morning pages")—three pages every morning.
Well, I started this blog entry slightly before noon this Sunday, and I intend to refresh my blog daily after neglecting it as I have any journalizing of note. But I commit to morning pages in my paperized Journal, as well as my blog.
And may the Writing Force be with me, as I then attempt some moneymaking form of writing after my warmup words. No matter what the result, it will be time well spent….and my time is precious, and deserves to be spent well!
Amazingly, I had some limited success…but I did not continue on for years, as did my talented and hardworking neighbor.
But I sit here at my laptop, contemplating the need for cash…not a new need, but a rather persistent one these days in my fixed-income senior world. And though my writing has been limited to countless words eked out on my emails, it (the urge?, the talent?) has always been lurking around me.
I have happily "spent" many unpaid hours to creating presentations for my continual learning group at Roosevelt University in Schaumburg…officially, ICLRU, Institute for Continual Learning at Roosevelt University. I have learned to use PowerPoint, have honed (and indulged) my humor and performance abilities, and have been rewarded mightily—not in dollars, but in a sense of achievement and ego-boosting.
I became the teacher I had wanted to be all my life—to an appreciative and responsive audience of my friends and peers.
Since I could choose any topic for presentation, I used films and political humor as my topics and main tools of presentation. It has been—continues to be—a wonderful outlet for me. I am tapping into my only real resource available—myself…and am amazed at what I have been finding…maybe not a motherlode, but a rich vein of treasure that was always there.
And now I contemplate the real need to enhance my income, my fixed income, and I turn once more to the idea of freelance writing. I turn to my usual resources…mostly via my wonderful Arlington Heights Memorial Library….to check out the competitive and demanding writing market.
I would still limit myself to nonfiction articles—how-to laced with humor, or visa versa. I had tried the greeting card market at various time, but this time am going to just concentrate on newspaper and magazine markets…virtual and online.
I have to limber up my rusty skills, which have been limited to endless emails. My journal attempts are sadly sporadic. My daily writing, a la Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way, has to start up again. She proposes a daily regimen of nonstop, non-edited journal writing ("morning pages")—three pages every morning.
Well, I started this blog entry slightly before noon this Sunday, and I intend to refresh my blog daily after neglecting it as I have any journalizing of note. But I commit to morning pages in my paperized Journal, as well as my blog.
And may the Writing Force be with me, as I then attempt some moneymaking form of writing after my warmup words. No matter what the result, it will be time well spent….and my time is precious, and deserves to be spent well!
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