100 Days - 100 Dreams: 13

YOU WOULD THINK THAT FOR A PERSON WHOSE MISSION IT WAS THIS YEAR TO BLOG AT LEAST 100 TIMES THAT I WOULD BE POSTING MORE OFTEN.

This seems not to be the case.

Each morning I plan to blog.
And then I don't.

EVEN WHEN I WRITE  "BLOG!!!" IN CAPITAL LETTERS IN MY "Things to Do" Notebook.

Over and over.

There is always a reason to not write. But they are not GOOD Reasons.

no time
water the garden
nothing to say
don't feel like it now
don't feel like it now (again)

Then Personal Guilt sets in.
Love that Personal Guilt.

Don't do the relatively easy, and often pleasurable task, you've set for yourself and then stew in Guilt Juices that no one else even knows you have cooked up.

Yes. So it is.
I have to quit Dreaming of Blogging and simply sit down with friendly lap-top and non-hostile readers. You are non-hostile, aren't you? And type.

Just type. Just type. Type some more.
And then the deed will be done.

It is time to head out for Shell Lake, Wisconsin, and its lovely small, but high-quality art festival. We are the people on the other side of the weekend events. Some people go to the event. Some people make up the event that people go to attend.

We will be LOOKING at the folks playing on the beach. But we will be looking from inside our little 10' x 10' white-topped tents. It is the life we've chose. It is the nomad life we lead.

"Afton" the Bear has been re-tweaked again. And varnished. So he is "done." Finished. Time to take the bruins on another road trip.

May your weekend hold the Adventures of your choosing! May YOU act upon your Dreams.

Fare-thee-well,
And Happy 4th!
Sue