I’ve been more than bad about writing on this thing.  But that’s nothing new, and practically every post I’ve written recently touches on this in some way or another.  So rather than complain about myself, I’ve decided to start writing every day.  Not necessarily on here.  Most likely it will be in one of the journals I have kicking around the house.  Good old pen and paper stuff.  I also want to write out some more letters and postcards.  And this time I’m serious about it.  Yeah, I’m super busy, but if I can’t still find time to do the important things, then what good am I? 

Part of the reason I haven’t written much lately, is that pretty much all I have to talk about is what I have to do, and how little time I have because of it.  Well, not only is that crap, it’s not getting me anywhere.  I’ve been re-reading one of my favorite books: Zen in the Martial Arts.  When I have a moment, this book is perfect to read one of the short chapters, then digest it.  Far more often than not, that section I read applies directly and immediately to an event or aspect of my life.  One of these sections I recently read basically boils down to the fact that you waste more time and energy complaining about your troubles and tasks than if you would just complete them.  Something I’ve long known and even demonstrated, but for one reason or another, had stopped practicing it.

So with that in mind, I’ve been tackling my chores and tasks with the ferocity and grace befitting a martial artist.  In addition, as of today, I’m setting aside time to do the things that really matter.  I’m not letting myself make excuses anymore. 

So moving forward from this point, I’ll be trying to write some meaningful stuff here more often, both for writing practice, and to share something truly meaningful.