Confessions (#6)

“Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

    ~ Rick Blaine to Captain Louis Renault at the end of Casablanca

My 85th blog post. Where I try something short and clever in order to begin a new chapter of this blog, and my life. By the end of the week, I should know if it worked.

(Jacob Toorenvliet's Allegory of Painting. I am also fond of his Four Musicians.)

Confessions (#5)

I was going to write a rather negative post. Not the kind filled with hostile tirades, and offensive rants. But the kind filled with doubts, regrets, and self-loathing. After thirty minutes of writing and editing, I realized this is not what I want to post tonight, five evenings from Christmas morning. Nor are those the emotions I want to carry forward this week. My wife and children deserve better, as do my friends. And the five of you following my blog. 

 

     

Confessions (#4)

As I mentioned in last week's post, I am careening towards an important deadline. But now it  is only a week away. This past week, I have been moving along at a good pace. Then, tonight, I hit a roadblock. But I have decided, just now, I am not going to let it get me down. It is not going to interfere with my personal goals. I plan on writing a blog post tonight, and getting to bed at a decent hour. Then, waking up bright and early tomorrow, work on my to-do list for the project (but not before exercising and doing the morning chores). After that is done, I will be spending the rest of the day focused on my own goals.

Confessions (#3)

Tomorrow begins a two-week countdown to an important deadline. The journey is going to take me through some unchartered territory. And the difficulty is that this is the time of year I would rather focus on other things. I outlined this struggle in last week's post. But I am taking this time to blog, despite two days of exhausting work, and a strong desire to shut down and tune out, because right now, this habit of maintaining my blog is important to me. 

So, here I am, on a Sunday night, typing away, placing on the internet another piece of a puzzle that is my life. Apologies for picking up one of the smaller pieces...

(Once again I find myself turning to Edward Hopper. This one fits my post so well, but you will have to read to the end to find out how.)