Because it’s probably boring if I type an entire post about the word “try” I livened it up with pictures of The Avocado Project. Here goes:
Step one ->
Buy an Avocado
Step two ->
Eat an Avocado
(sorry no pictures of this event)
Dry for a couple of days
Step four ->
Put sticks into it so it can dip in water
Step five –eight
Wait, wait and wait some more. (think of ridiculous names for your plant to be/settle for Mister Q)
Start over again (because kitten thought Avocado Project was in fact a ball)
Side note: I did not overestimate my avocado growing skills and had a plan B, appropriately named Misses Bee. But Misses Bee is not growing, maybe heartbroken for the loss of Mister Q.
What have I learned up to this point? Well, for one thing that I’m not a supertalented avocado grower (is that even a word?) . Also that it’s not wise to put my avocado-in-process pots within the reach of my cats. But most important: if you want something (finish a book/grow an avocado/buy a vacuum cleaner with a name) you have to keep trying. And trying. And try again.
Like the green froglike person said: there is no try, only do.
(something like that anyway, sorry Yoda)
So Do Try. And grow your own luck!
( Homegrown Luck ..)
Having a real difficult time with all the chilling next to the pool in sunny Greece.
Reading Hollow City and trying to soak in the reality that life can be great.
Stay peculiar. Xo Irene
Writing has always been important to me.
It’s woven into my life like a silver thread, sometimes front and centre, catching the daylight, shimmering amidst the normal.
Other times in the background, overshadowed by all other things that happen.
I know that I’m just as much a writer as I am an employee or even a mom, but those roles take place in the real world.
Writing, on the other hand, takes place in the realm of thought. It’s a part of me that’s turned inwards, looking for story elements hiding in memories, stored knowledge, strange conversations I overheard.
Normal life and writing are worlds apart, but one cannot survive without the other.
Without the lovely life I live, filled with people I love and value, music, plants, food, books & art I would have very little to write about.
Without writing there’s no silver lining.