indulged in a little shopping at Covent Garden.
The wonderful thing about being human is that we can change. We can make plans and we can change them. Sometimes the changes happen because we want them to. Sometimes the changes happen because circumstances beyond our control dictate the change. Change happens to everyone everywhere. Covid is a perfect example of an event that happened to everyone whether you, a loved one you, contracted the virus, or were part of a medical team involved, your life was impacted by the tsunami of changes that occurred due to the pandemic.
The new year brings the promise of a new beginning. Of course, you want things to be different than they were last year. And they can be.
Remember, you have the opportunity to be different too. …the life you plan
You have the chance to make plans based on what you know, more importantly, based on what you don’t know, and what you want to know. …the life waiting for us.
Be curious enough to plot a path for yourself for next year. And be flexible enough to pivot when your plans don’t turn out exactly the way you wanted them to.
I was told it wasn’t realistic for me to want to be a writer. I followed my dream and kept writing. That’s part of my story.
Your story is your story and matters because it’s your story. Is writing a book someday part of your plan? Someday is not a publication date.
In order to unleash your story and get your voice out into the world, you must decide to make a plan of finding your story, knowing who your story is meant for and how you will share it with the world. You are the only one who can know who your story is meant for and how you will share it with the world.
Here is a suggestion on making a plan to find your story:
1. Choose a notebook or journal that is comfortable for you to hold and pleasing to your eye.
2. Select a fast-writing pen. I love color so I have several disposable fountain pens nearby when I’m writing. A friend uses red flair pens as her choice to keep her hand moving across the page.
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So when my husband and I came down with Covid on our much anticipated vacation in late October this year the thing I was most glad about was having a comfortable place to recover. I was glad our London flat had two bedrooms so that we could have more personal space. He didn’t wake me with his cough, and I didn’t wake him when I couldn’t sleep.
Fortunately, we had mild cases of Covid and were able to have a great time in London doing the things we love. We attended a concert with wonderful music at the Royal Albert Hall, toured Westminster Abbey steeped in history, enjoyed a few plays, and