Journal Entry # 38 – The Ocean Would Be Less

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We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. – Mother Teresa

Fight for the Write

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I have sat in front of this blinking cursor for far too long now and to tell you the truth, I’ve had enough. Once again, I find myself in a creative tug-of-war with my writing. I have yet to determine if it’s just another round of writers’ block or if some real life fallout has become too much of a distraction lately. I’d be inclined to go with the latter but I really don’t know what it is, could be a combination of both. What I do know for sure, is that I’m getting this post out of me one way or another. Yes, I have be still updating my journal entries, but it’s been how long now since I have done a good ol’ Ash entry? Continue reading “Fight for the Write”

Journal Entry #37 – Some Rain Must Fall

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Into each life some rain must fall.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Journal Entry # 30 – It is In Me!!

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What I am looking for is not out there. It is in me
– Helen Keller

Journal Entry #29 – Never Too Old!

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You’re never too old to play outside!!!

Journal Entry # 27 – Hope

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“Hope is a waking dream.”
– Aristotle

Journal Entry # 25 – Rolling with the Punches of Life

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Pretending that you are happy when you are in pain is just an example of how strong you are as a person.

Journal Entry # 22 – Happiness is a Butterfly

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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. – Nathaniel Hawthorne

Journal Entry # 21 – To the sunshine!

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“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.”
– Helen Keller

Journal Entry # 18 – Write Here, Write Now

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“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.”  – Vita Sackville-West