Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.

My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.

Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Finishing

Today I finished a poem I started a while ago.

It's not a long poem, It's maybe not even a good poem. It just is a poem. It's a poem that just took me a while to gather the pieces of in a comprehensive format. Thinking back I've actually been working on this poem since about April. That feels like a long time. A three-fold revelation: I am refining my craft, not simply settling for the first things that pop into my head. I'm developing patience with myself, learning to wait out good results instead of force things that aren't ready to be yet. And the power of finishing - when I wait that long in between idea and final product it's rare that I get results.

There was extrinsic motivation to get this one finished; though indeed somewhat self-propelled it has probably been there all along. However the extrinsic force didn't tend to pull as hard as the intrinsic one did. Since inception I knew it would be a fun poem to write and present when the time was right. It just so happens that a couple of weeks from now there is a well-timed event that will allow for its presentation. Hopefully I can wait that long.

Finishing just feels good. The rest hardly matters.

1 comment:

Trisha said...

The key word here being, "hardly."