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The 100 Day Project: Day 26 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Write it on your heart that 
every day is the best day in the year. 
No man has learned anything rightly
 until he knows that every day is doomsday.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Over the years, I have made several things for my family and friends. I have to say, that almost all the things I have made have been appreciated. I only had one incident where my gift has been re-gifted to someone else. I didn't find this out until years later and by accident. You know, it is true what they say, that all things come to light eventually. No lie can be hidden. 

I have heard from many of my fellow crafters that this happens quite often. We spend so much time and carefully try to accomplish this beautiful item for a Christmas gift or a baby shower only to discover that it is sitting in a closet never being used at all. There are many crafters out there who have a wonderful talent whether i…

The 100 Day Project: Day 25 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

O power to do; O baffled will!
O prayer and action! ye are one.
Who may not strive, may yet fulfil
The harder task of standing still,
And good but wished with God is done.

No one wants to face cancer again after the first time. We are hoping that it never comes back, because once was enough. Yet in this day and age, we all either have someone who has cancer in our life or we are the ones with cancer. This monster has no preferences, it attacks everyone. 

It seems that cancer has become the most feared disease and I know many people who are afraid to even mention the "C" word. I am also attacked by some who believe just mentioning it brings it on. They claim that is why my cancer returns, because I am always talking about it. That is so like my childhood that it angers me. I have spent a lifetime of being told not to let anyone know what is going on in my life. If w…

The 100 Day Project: Day 24 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Keep me I pray in wisdom's way
that I may truths eternal see
I need protecting care today
my purse is light
my flesh is weak
Eugene Field

I've spent the weekend catching up on some much needed crocheting to fill up the volunteer boxes. That wasn't the only thing I was catching up on. Netflix kept me company while my fingers worked. There is a Finnish detective story I finally caught up with and began a Belgium one. The only problem with them is that there were subtitles. 

I have noticed that there is a commonality between all of these detective stories and it isn't murder. All of them are based in a small town and the leading detective has come home, being rather tired of life in the big city. 

Isn't that funny? When we are young, we cannot wait to get out of the small town and into the big city. We imagine life there to be all we are missing in our hom…

The 100 Day Project: Day 23 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey. 

Yea! In Thy life our little lives are ended,
Into Thy depths our trembling spirits fall;
In Thee enfolded, gathered, comprehended,
As holds the sea her waves--Thou hold'st us all.

So how is the 100 Day Project going? Well, I am posting every single day, but I feel rushed. Writing isn't something that one can do in a single sitting in a few minutes. At least, not for me. I have a drafts folder where I keep a total of 100 or more unfinished stories. Sometimes, I can finish a post in one morning and there are some that I only add to them a sentence or paragraph at a time. It all depends on how much time I have or if the muse is cooperating. 

I have seen an interview once on PBS with a Mystery writer. He was asked about his technique when it came to writing. His reply made me feel better about my own writing habit or lack of. He sits in front of the keyboard at the same time eve…

The 100 Day Project: Day 22 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                             everyday is a journey.

What channel needs our faith, except the eyes?
    God leaves no spot of earth unglorified;
  Profuse and wasteful, lovelinesses rise;
    New beauties dawn before the old have died.
Trust thou thy joys in keeping of the Power
    Who holds these changing shadows in His hand;
  Believe and live, and know that hour by hour
    Will ripple newer beauty to thy strand.

It has been one heck of a beginning to a month. For one thing, everything has been breaking. Just last night, I got a text from Emily at work. 

Hey, there was a crash in the pantry and the lamp fell down shattering it's bulb everywhere. 

So what else is new? The oven, the lamp, the curtain rod doesn't want to stay up, the wifi goes off, the cable stopped working when we had it. She continued:

Everything in thi…

The 100 Day Project: Day 21 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

I know not what the future hath
of marvel or surprise
assured alone that life and death
his mercy underline
J.G. Whittier

Sitting at my desk and looking out my window, anyone would think it's just another ordinary day. I woke up at my usual time, made my coffee and went to pick up Emily. Something I do every single morning, but today was a bit different.

It may have begun the same way, but it quickly turned a corner for the better. You see, we accomplished a huge goal this morning. One that we have been working and sacrificing for quite awhile now. We can check this one off the list. We paid off a major loan! Praise the Lord!

Back at the start of the year, we set some major goals for ourselves. We wanted to be debt free by the end of this year. Something like that requires quite a bit of dedication. You have to make a decision to give up many things in order to achieve …

The 100 Day Project: Day 20 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

To every man up on this Earth
Death cometh soon or late
And how can man die better
Then facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods
Thomas B. Macaulay

I couldn't sleep last night, waking constantly. My joints ached badly and I absolutely found no relief in the tossing/turning. My nose was stuffed up and I quickly realized that I had allergy symptoms. This certainly was a first for me. Emily gave me one of her allergy pills and almost immediately I felt much better. Then the drowsiness set in and remained for the remainder of the day. 

To say that work was difficult would have been an understatement! My nose and majority of my face was stuffed. All I wanted was to take a nap. When one is not feeling well, everything seems such a hardship. Finally, the night was over and I couldn't wait to get into bed. Thank goodness, it is only a ten…

The 100 Day Project: Day 18 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                 everyday is a journey.

The morning drum-call on my eager ear
Thrills unforgotten yet! the morning dew
Lies yet undried along my field of noon.
But now I pause a while in what I do,
And count the bell, and tremble lest I hear
(My work untrimmed) the sunset gun too soon. —Robert Louis Stevenson.

A few months ago, I started a food journal as a way for me to monitor what I eat. Now, why would I want to do that? Well, you see, I have changed my lifestyle in the past several years. I've changed how I cook and prepare food. If I had to rate myself on how well I've done, I would say I'm at 90% way there. 

Still, there is that 10% that is preventing me from leading a healthy lifestyle. No matter what I try to do, I never quite make it there. That was the whole point of a food journal. I wanted to see what I was doing wrong. 


The 100 Day Project: Day 17 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

O power to do
baffled will
O prayer and action
ye are one
who may not strive
may yet fulfill
the harder task of standing still
and good, but wished with God is done

I often think about the trip to Arizona that my older brother Ted and I took together via the train. As much as I love the train, it wasn't that experience that made it so memorable. It was the time we spent together. We sat around and talked about many a topics. He introduced me to a gin and tonic, something I have found quite tasty. I've learned a few things about him that I didn't know until then. 

It's truly times like these that I miss so much and wish they could be experienced on a daily basis. These types of memories are priceless and not many people have them. I find myself extremely blessed to have them.

I am always amazed how many people I have come across who live life tota…

The 100 Day Project: Day 16 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                              everyday is a journey.

Love and Pain
Make their own measure of all things that be.
No clock's slow ticking marks their deathless strain;
The life they own is not the life we see;
Love's single moment is eternity. —Thomas W. Higginson

How would you live each day if you knew it would be the last week of your life here on Earth? I know what I would do. I thought about this while at work the other day. Here's my top ten list of my last week of my life.

1. I would ready all the necessary paperwork so my children wouldn't have to search for anything. I would hand over to them all the passwords and documents. 

2. I would take some vacation time off from my work. No need to quit. There's insurance here to collect. Let's be smart about this, folks. 

3. I would go to the country so I would have some beautiful scenery to look at…

The 100 Day Project:Day 15 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                 everyday is a journey.

What heart can comprehend Thy name,
Or, searching, find Thee out?
Who art within, a quickening flame,
A presence round about.
Yet though I know Thee but in part,
I ask not, Lord, for more:
Enough for me to know Thou art,
To love Thee and adore.

Every single time a Holiday approaches, I become so emotional in what that Holiday represents. Jesus died for me today. He died for us. Do you know that, my friend? Who else do you know that has died and sacrificed so much just for you?

I don't know about you, but I have no one like that in my life. Only Him. Oh, I've had many people say that to me, but could they do what He did? Just for me? Could any of us? I'm not so sure. 

It hurts me to see others treat this day as if it meant nothing. Just another day to sleep in. Just another day to spend money o…

The 100 Day Project: Day 14 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Sweet is the smile of home; 
the mutual look
When hearts are of each other sure;
Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook,
The haunt of all affections pure.

I woke up to the to the sounds of birds chirping. The sounds of Spring! I could hear them so distinctly, because my bedroom window was opened. The temperatures have been up and down all week, but today it was in the 60's. Just two days ago we had snow falling all night and all day. Crazy weather for sure!

I laid there listening to all the sounds of early morning. The birds singing, the people coming and going, the train blowing it's whistle in the distance. Yet somehow, it felt peaceful. I definitely didn't want to get up out of bed. 

These past four months of the New Year have been one of my most stressful. Or should I say, frustrating? Nothing and I mean nothing, gets done on the first try nor the second. T…

The 100 Day Project: Day 13 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                    everyday is a journey.

I will shun no toil or woe,
Where Thou leadest I will go,
Be my pathway plain or rough;
If but every hour may be
Spent in work that pleases Thee,
Ah, dear Lord, it is enough!

I like making lists. It helps me be more prepared in what is coming and organization settles me. I become centered on what I need on that list instead of the commotion around me. I don't over buy or overdo anything unnecessary. I love lists because they provide clarity and simplicity in a chaotic world. My mind can be muddled, but the list isn't. 

I also save every receipt, bill, documentation and actually have a huge manila envelope that I store it in for the entire year. At the end of that year, I go through it and save only the very important paperwork. I am glad in doing so, because it can become quite useful at…

The 100 Day Project: Day 12 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey. 

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.

It snowed yesterday. It began as rain, then sleet and finally, a heavy snow. Every single time I looked out the window, it was worse than before. It just snowed and snowed and snowed right in the middle of April, a mere week before Easter. That was a first for me. I have seen many types of cold spells for Easter, but never snow. 

It just shows you how little control we truly have on this Earth. Life happens whether we are ready for it or not. Which brings me to my cancer anniversary that is coming up. I've been thinking this weekend about that moment when it does come back. First, I want to say that I have made my peace with my diagnosis of cancer being in my life forever. Yet, the longer we stay in remission,…

The 100 Day Project: Day 11 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey. 

Not by the terrors of a slave
God's sons perform His will,
But with the noblest powers they have
His sweet commands fulfil.

It's funny how a small change can lift one's spirits. One can rearrange the furniture in a room or change the curtains. Suddenly, it feels new and exciting. I've been thinking along those lines in reference to my bedroom.

My bedroom has always been more than just a place to sleep at night. It has always held a multi-purpose. Even when my children were babies, it was a nursery for awhile. As they grew, so did the purpose of my bedroom. When they were in school, it held all the materials I needed to be on the PTA board and a Den Mother. Everything was stored there in the corner of the room.

Children grew even older and became tweens and teenagers, I had a nice little second job working from home. There were plenty of Post Office bins stacked high …

The 100 Day Project: Day 10 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

With grateful hearts the past we own;
  The future, all to us unknown,
  We to Thy guardian care commit,
  And peaceful leave before Thy feet.

The day began well, really well. Emily was off from work, so we both got up early. By 9 a.m., two loads of laundry was done and a supper of polenta lasagna sat on the stove ready for later. The kitchen cleanup took mere minutes when two pairs of hands are working together. 

It's funny how on some days we can accomplish so much more than the usual routine. If only that could happen on a regular basis, but alas, our bodies and minds are made a bit differently. We wander. We can't help it really. 

That was my morning. Here I am at work and there is nothing to do . . . . again. For the past several weeks it has been incredibly slow. I have tried to occupy myself as best as I can by cleaning out my draws and my mobile cart. When that …

The 100 Day Project: Day 9 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                  everyday is a journey.

Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet songs of fame:
Amidst the storm they sang,
And the stars heard and the sea;
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod;
They have left unstained what there they found—
Freedom to worship God.
—Felicia D. Hemans.

Why does the weekend always fly by? I mean, I had such high hopes and instead, only half came through. I wonder if I hadn't slept in on Saturday last weekend, would I have had accomplished a bit more? Probably, but then, I need sleep way more than anything else.

Here we are a whole week later and it doesn't seem like this upcoming weekend will be any different. First of all, how did Easter sneak up on me so…

The 100 Day Project: Day 8 Of Writing

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                   everyday is a journey.

Let thy day be to the night
A letter of good tidings! Let thy praise
Go up as birds go up--that when they awake,
Shake off the dew and soar.
--Jean Ingelow.

Sometimes, I want to find a small house like the one above and just plain hide from everyone. I guess I live an Imaginary Life within my head. When life becomes too much, I daydream about that life. I can see it clearly in my mind. The furnishings, the color of the walls and the layout of the cottage vividly can be seen. I can see myself going about my everyday life according to me.

This week has been difficult to say the least. At least, at work. Every job has the same type of people in it. You have the troublemakers who like to stir up things between others. Then you have the ones who are always miserable and take it out on others. Then there are the ones …