On a winter’s day, shortly before the solstice, a friend invited me in to share a cup of coffee. While we talked, laughing and watching the snow fall, our conversation turned over things that mattered and things that did not, sharing, as friends will, the nuances of life.
The moment that shifted my attention, that focused my will, occurred when out of the foam of ideas, came the substance of commitment, and resolution to master the self, to the whim of the will. That is to say, a challenge was made, to write, 500 words a day for 30 days.
My expectation is that at the end of the 30 days I will see a clarity of purpose in the letters that was unconsolidated in the beginning, but the truth is, I don’t know where the 30 days of writing will lead, and my interest is primarily devoted not to predicting what I will discover, but in being open to the discoveries that present themselves along the way.
“My mind is amazing, equipped with an idea, it will reshape reality to build what it has imagined.”
B. Maguire, on Climbing Denali