I’ve obviously been trying to push myself to blog every day, and I think it shows up in the quality. Which is to say, the recent quality has been low. It is a chore to complete, so I don’t spend a lot of time either researching or rewriting. I had stopped for a while because it takes me to long–at least an hour, sometimes two–but if I do it this way, it doesn’t take an hour, and that shows.

I also had read that in order to write, you just have to write, but I think that is also wrong, or at least insufficiently nuanced. You have to Write, which means write, rewrite, and, for me, mostly wait for the theme to pop. Where am I going with this? What is the point? Why do I want to write about this anyway?

My best blogs, most of which I think were written in the first year or so I was blogging, are the ones in which I figure out something new. It’s great to be scrabbling around, not too sure where things are going, then suddenly to hit on the arc, the twist, the point, the meaning, whatever you want to call it. I feel that hasn’t happened in a while.

It hasn’t happened in a while in my life, either, or at least not as often as it once did. I’m reasonably happy in my life, with a low resting pulse and few escape behaviors, and plenty of happy contentment with my companions and my lot. However, I also have fewer Wow days.

Actually, I have a lot of Wow moments in my inner life, in the idea arena, shall we say, but not so many in my visceral life, those once-in-a-lifetime moments when you think, I’m so glad I am alive for this, and I will probably never see/hear/feel/experience this again. Maybe you just can’t have so many of those as you get older, because you’ve seen/heard/felt/experienced a lot of things, so it’s harder to find unique ones.

On the other hand, some things are always Wow. Hummingbirds are one example for me. I never tire of hummingbirds. Also the ocean, in any weather or light level. Seeing mountains in the distance…

Seems like I have managed to find a good place to settle for a lot of daily Wows.