My first seven days of doing the 100 word a day challenge. This is going to be harder than I thought it would be. Some might be off by a word or two. I have to go by the counter that the website uses and it is not always accurate. It is my hope that perhaps this will help me start writing again.
1/1/2017
A few months back my husband did one hundred words a day for a month. I have been thinking that perhaps I should try it. Therefore, I shall start 2017 with one hundred words and do away with any new year resolutions. I will take 2017 one day at a time I will greet each day with a grateful spirit and a prayer in my heart. I will not regret my yesterday or wish my today away into tomorrow. I will live and love in this day not as though there is no tomorrow but for the life of today.
1/2/2017
The dying art of thinking the ultimate death of the truth: The cause of death of the TRUTH is from the dying art of thinking. Why think for ourselves when others seem to be more apt at telling us what and how we are to think? Who would have thought that “I think therefore I am” would become I am because another has done the thinking for me? Even when the thought I am to think is nothing more than a lie, and therefore I have let the Truth die. We are a starving emaciated generation blinded by the LIE.
1/3/2017
I am sick I have been for a few years or more. In September I got fed up with endless doctors, test and medications. I felt that it would be best to stop it al. I started vitamins and supplements and above all prayer and believing in healing. For two and a half months’ things went very well. The past few weeks my body is starting to reject me. I try not to feel sorry for myself. Some days it is hard. Today I do not feel sorry for myself today I just feel like giving up. I HATE THIS.
1/4/2017
I went fishing today in an attempt to string together a hundred words. I didn’t care if the words were big or small. All I needed was a hundred. They didn't need to be profound. Perspicuous words would work. Alas, it appears I lack the ability to be perspicacious when it comes to fishing for words. Like the adage:” Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach him to fish, feed him for a lifetime.” Give them 100 words they can read for a day. Teach them to read and they can write for a lifetime.
1/5/2017
The tree was chopped, taken from its only home. Sorrow filled it. Hope came with the family. It wouldn't spend its last days alone. They dressed it up as royalty. They sang, laughed and cried. Tree rejoiced to be a part of their celebration. Now it’s done, the finery removed. It still stands, not as lush or tall as before. It doesn’t feel sad or ugly. It rejoices it fulfilled its purpose. It gazes out the window reflecting on its life. it weathered the seasons, brought happiness in its last days. In its final hours, there’s joy.
1/6/2017
Stop the world I want to get off!! This crazy roller coaster ride is more than my heart can stand. Souls lost wondering in the dark thinking they are in the light. I am overwhelmed. I want to save them all. I understand why they are lost and angry. For too long they have tried to fill the emptiness that their soul longs for with worldly things. They cannot fill a God shaped hole with the things of the world it will fail them every time. That failure leads to bitterness and anger which begets hate and hate kills the soul.
1/7/2017
Yesterday, I thought about writing my one hundred words in my head. It started just as I have written. Then, I thought perhaps I am cheating to write ahead in my head. Then, I thought there is no way I will remember what I wanted to write about. As I was pondering, I wondered how does the 100 words know if I came up with my words today or yesterday or what if I grabbed them from my former self or my future self? How can this thing even know if the words typed into it are even mine? Integrity?
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