“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.” ~ Helen Keller
They must be felt with the heart.” ~ Helen Keller
I take it easy the week between Christmas and New Year’s. It is a quiet time for reflection from my TV room chair. I’ve never believed in making resolutions, though too many times to count I’ve gone into the new year with the desire to lose weight and exercise more. In recent, writing years, I make writing goals (as of this writing, I’ve only taken a few notes).
Prayer comes first, then I select a word for the year. Though rejoice was my choice in 2020, I believe JOY will be my choice, a life choice, for 2022.
My working goals list begins with the reachable accomplishments. Sometimes I challenge myself, but not all the time. Usually, I will complete six out of seven of my annual goals. In 2021, my completion was 50/50. Usually proactive, I’ve been running behind for a few months now. My 2022 master writing goal list will carry over from the previous year.
One of the things I did this past year was rid my office of paper. Five file drawers ended up in an eight-inch-deep portable file. Clearing old computer files will remain on my list.
As a girl, I read a biography on the life of Hellen Keller. I was so moved that I got into character and walked around with my eyes closed, pretending to be blind. I was thirteen when The Miracle Worker movie came on TV. I’ll never forget Patti Duke’s portrayal of Helen Keller and her teacher Annie Sullivan, played by Anne Bancroft. Oh, how I cried.
And guess what? I again pretended to be blind as I went about my day. Closed eyes awakened my other senses. Supposedly, a good way to fight dementia is to bathe or shower with your eyes shut. I do that on occasion. It may be a dangerous habit, but I often go through rooms, even my pantry and closet, without turning on the light. (In 2020 that habit resulted in a broken shoulder bone when I tripped over my husband’s shoes.)
Reflecting on the gift of senses amounts to Joy. I am so thankful I can see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. Those senses come in handy as far as writing emotions is concerned.
I can make goal lists, plans, and to-do lists, but despite any accomplishment or a goal fulfilled, the ultimate joy is in knowing who I am in Christ. Now, that’s heartfelt.
Prayer comes first, then I select a word for the year. Though rejoice was my choice in 2020, I believe JOY will be my choice, a life choice, for 2022.
My working goals list begins with the reachable accomplishments. Sometimes I challenge myself, but not all the time. Usually, I will complete six out of seven of my annual goals. In 2021, my completion was 50/50. Usually proactive, I’ve been running behind for a few months now. My 2022 master writing goal list will carry over from the previous year.
One of the things I did this past year was rid my office of paper. Five file drawers ended up in an eight-inch-deep portable file. Clearing old computer files will remain on my list.
As a girl, I read a biography on the life of Hellen Keller. I was so moved that I got into character and walked around with my eyes closed, pretending to be blind. I was thirteen when The Miracle Worker movie came on TV. I’ll never forget Patti Duke’s portrayal of Helen Keller and her teacher Annie Sullivan, played by Anne Bancroft. Oh, how I cried.
And guess what? I again pretended to be blind as I went about my day. Closed eyes awakened my other senses. Supposedly, a good way to fight dementia is to bathe or shower with your eyes shut. I do that on occasion. It may be a dangerous habit, but I often go through rooms, even my pantry and closet, without turning on the light. (In 2020 that habit resulted in a broken shoulder bone when I tripped over my husband’s shoes.)
Reflecting on the gift of senses amounts to Joy. I am so thankful I can see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. Those senses come in handy as far as writing emotions is concerned.
I can make goal lists, plans, and to-do lists, but despite any accomplishment or a goal fulfilled, the ultimate joy is in knowing who I am in Christ. Now, that’s heartfelt.
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