Monday, May 2, 2011

Reflections from A to Z

Wow….

I’m sitting on my balcony, enjoying a super nice breeze and reflecting on how I made it through my very first A to Z blog challenge.  The experience taught me a bit about myself as a writer.  First of all, I still love to write on the other side of it, so I figure that is a definite plus.  Some posts were easier to come by than others, and I completed the entire challenge missing only one letter – M.  Now isn’t it ironic that I would miss the letter that graces the beginning of my name.  I could have easily re-published a post about me written before, but I decided not to.  It just didn’t feel like what I was supposed to use for the letter M, so I ended up skipping it altogether.

That decision taught me a little something about my character as a writer.  If it doesn’t feel right to me, I don’t want it out there.  It, also, taught me that timing is everything, and it’s okay to wait for the appropriate message, story, etc and to trust that it will reveal itself at just the right time.  Case in point, my Y post – The Yellow Dress.  If you didn’t get a chance to read it, click on the title to take a peak.  That post seemed to come “out of nowhere”, but it probably flowed easier than any of the 23 others (23, not 24 since I missed M) that paved the way for it.  It was time for that message, that story.

For the writers who donated their time and efforts to host this challenge, if I were wearing a hat I’d certainly tip it to you.  I noticed you perused the blogosphere trying to take a peak at what everyone was doing, and that was quite a task.  Suggestions?  Well, since this was my first one I don’t have anything to compare it to.  I would certainly say it went off without a hitch for me.  The initial instruction was clear, and some of the benefits I experienced were just as you suggested they may be.

Personally, the daily posts certainly helped dig me out of a writing rut strengthen my overall writing habit.  It helped exercise my ability to write on command, an ability I’m guessing will be quite useful to me in the future.  It pulled back the curtain for me and tempted me to toy with transparency – a great necessity for the author I intend to be.  Ultimately, I guess my one suggestion is to do it again….but not anytime soon!  This writer has other projects to work on, but at this moment, I just need a little break!

For those of you who have been following my progress, thank you a million times over.  Your comments were certainly my fuel.  It’s always good to have a little company when you set out into unfamiliar territory, you know.  I hope you will continue to join me here.  I’m still working on a blog home that will be completely new, completely me, and I am completely giving you hints that you probably still won’t figure out.  🙂  That’s ok.  Just say you’ll keep hanging out with me, ok. 🙂

Ok, I’m going to go wash my face now.  The balcony breeze was beautiful, but the pesky pollen was the pits!

See you soon!

Wise, Virtuous, Valuable,

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Z End

The letter Z comes at the end of the alphabet,

And this is the end of the A to Z Blog Challenge.

I’m a day late, but I made it.  🙂

And at the end of this great challenge,

Z is all I could muster up for Z.

Although this is the end of the challenge, my pen is just finding its groove.

I hope you will continue to stop by for a visit.

Z END

Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Yellow Dress

When I was a young girl, my favorite color was yellow.  I remember a favorite Easter dress my mother made by her own hands.  It was yellow and white.  I always said that yellow could brighten up any day.  It was reinforcement on a sunny day and became my happy sunshine stand-in whenever the sky’s big light decided to take a break.  I enjoyed wearing yellow mostly on cloudy days.

When I was in college I had a yellow outfit that I absolutely adored!  It was a solid yellow coordinate set – a button down, short-sleeved blouse with full length, wide-legged pants – made of the comfortable, soft rayon fabric that was popular back then.  Girls, it was bright yellow, and I loved it.  For some reason I felt my best and had an extra dose of happy when I wore that outfit.  It complemented my slim college girl figure well and just seemed to add a touch of lemon zest, if you will!

Sometime during the latter days of this year’s winter season (the time when clothing stores are debuting the must have fashions for spring), I strolled into a local T.J. Maxx store with one of my girlfriends.  Almost as soon as I landed on the inside of the automatic doors, there it was.  A BEAUTIFUL yellow, Calvin Klein dress, welcomed me into the store with a great BIG lemony grin!  Ladies, I tell you, my heart skipped not one but a few beats as I walked over to run my fingers across the fabric, check the price of course, and soak up some its sun shiny goodness.

“I have to try this on,” I told my friend.  I searched for my size.  YES!  It was there.  I grabbed it and raced to the fitting room.  I wrestled my way out of my warm winter clothing, exchanged them for this vision of spring loveliness, and turned to face the finished product in the mirror.

“Ahhhhh,” I sighed.

The sight added small puddles to my eyes as immediately my mind flashed back to a vision of me in my favorite yellow outfit, standing outside my college residence hall.  A picture of purity and innocence, there I stood, talking to a young man.  That young man would later receive that innocence and virtue without hesitation.  I offered out of ignorance, not understanding that at that moment I was giving the essence of who I was created to be, a “me” I had barely come to know to a “him” who knew just as little or less of himself.

From there, the days of my life began to unravel.  I spent 7 years on a tumultuous roller coaster of verbal, mental, and property abuse that was escalating to dangerous new heights by the moment.  The relationship exploited my lack of wisdom, mocked my royal standing, ballooned my college figure and whittled me down to no more than a sad existence of secret shame.

Now, many years later, there I stood in a three-way mirror with a vision of yellow beauty staring back at me.  Her figure was the closest to her college days than it’s ever been, yet just far enough away to carry the curves of the wisdom, virtue, and value she never knew was her inheritance back in those days.  On this day, my friends, she was wearing a yellow dress.  No pants!  This dress was reminiscent of the girl she was before and celebration of the girl she is today!

Yes, I bought the yellow dress!

Wise, Virtuous, Valuable,