Day one on day two

A day late and a dollar short. This seems to sum up my life as of late, and as I enter into day 2 of a 30 day blog challenge with this being my first blog, it’s never been more evident.

Quite frankly, this has been a craptastic 2014. I wrecked my car. I’ve been hospitalized. I’ve had a broken heart. I’ve had my body shut down on me. And much of that happened in less than a month. So the thought of blogging every day is the least of my concerns. Though I’m thinking maybe it’ll be therapeutic.

The junk of this year has far outweighed the positives, but I will admit—I’ve had some wonderful things happen, too. I fell in love with a three legged puppy and managed to bring him home. I have a new nephew on the way. My family is all healthy. These things are wonderful.

When my 12 year old bulldog died earlier this year, I wasn’t sure I would come out of the emotional slump I was in. But a dear friend of mine told me about a C.S. Lewis quote that pretty much summed up how I was feeling. It’s constantly running through my head through all of the challenges I’ve faced this year:

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

Ahh. Opening my heart again. What a scary concept. Well, I’m working on making some positive changes, and I am pushing to be in a much better place in a year. I can feel it in my bones. Maybe writing again will help bring about that change. One can always hope. I have about four novels I need to write.