While in an attempt to share some common ground with a friend who aspires to be a published writer; I divulged that though I absolutely love to write, I am not much of a reader. From there I learned from him there is protocol for such things. I was informed that all successful writers are voluminous readers, because that is how one learns interesting new ways to develop plot, blah blah blah…
Now maybe it was the Margarita on board, as I seldom drink anymore. But admittedly, I felt slammed. And I found myself still pondering the conversation the next morning.
Later in the day I found myself discussing this further with my youngest son, who simply stated that a lot of people hold themselves just minutes away from true happiness. Instead of being their authentic self indulging in what they enjoy; it seems people commonly overwork their achievements, discourage themselves with what they are unable to do, and eventually lament over what might have been…
Now my son is quite naturally artistic, but he went on to describe himself as an artist with a lower case “a”. Although his artistic bent is reflected in everything he touches, my son is not compelled to sell it to anyone. So, he reasoned, he will never be viewed as a big “A” artist.
What a stroke of insight! I can be satisfied to be a small “w” writer and small “p” photographer. Mine may not be THE BEST, but it sure is FUN.
Why, just look at who we shared the trails with this weekend!…
Imagine the sound: clippety-clop…
These two are regulars in our neighborhood…
…Recognizable by the white legs.
…Still more horses readying for their day out of the barn.
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