#AtoZChallenge | Y is for yippee! 👩‍🎨

Yippee!

We’re almost to the end of the #AtoZChallenge. Actually, the rest of the world has finished. They’re in the clubhouse. I’m still putzing around out here. Makes me nostalgic for yesteryear, when a guy like me was able to finish a challenge like this on time.

It’s not apathy – I still have this yearning to write, every day.

It’s the time that lacks, the need to yield to life in other ways. I want to keep learning about writing, about words. I also want to learn to talk like an auctioneer. This is a true story. I ask my kids if they’d rather I spoke like an auctioneer or learned to yodel.

Yes, yodel – and you can guess what kind of responses I might get.

I missed my calling to ask two men I admire most about how I should be living. Coach John Wooden and Yoda. Because it’s Y and May 2, have I failed? Maybe there’s a magic active ingredient missing, the yeast that would ignite my writing to rise to the occasion.

Yum.

Yonder a piece

If I could shuffle away with just my laptop, Rockies cap and a box of animal crackers, find a cabin or a yurt or a lean-to with Wi-Fi? I’d be golden. Off into the wild blue yonder, free to create and write and post and read and comment and be a blogger.

Yikes – do you realize what that would do?

It’d create such a sterile environment. What would I write about? Such isolation, such distance from the messy existence I try to keep tidy around me. This messy existence is the lifeblood of my thoughts, and as an extension, my writing. Without that? Yawn.

Not even the vistas and views of a Grecian coast or Yosemite Park could yield the kind of lifeblood I’d need to peddle my wares.

I’ve realized the very essence of what one writes is not of what one thinks. It’s who you are, yourself. It’s in the very struggle to get to this place to write these words that are yielding what I create when I get to this place to write these words.

Although my knee aches and my stylist suggested hair dye I still feel like I carry a youthful core because of this mechanism that ticks inside me to do just this.

The #AtoZChallenge offers yardsticks we can measure ourselves against, not of other writers involved, but where we were a year ago with this. To see if we’re making progress, learning, and not just yabbered posts cobbled together to get us from A to Z.

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Note: I asked Facebook friends to give me Y words for this post. I used them all, in the order they came in.

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A to Z Challenge:

A is for Almost (and also At Last)

B is for Baggett (as in Laura, the actress, and #GirlsRock interview)

C is for Cursive, Cats, and Chinese Restaurants (Go Ask Daddy about them)

D is for Drawing the Line

E is for Every Day Gratitude

F is for Fieri, Falling in Love, and Focus (Weekend Reads IV)

G is for #GoAskDaddy: An interview with realtor Kristen Foxx

H is for Habit of Peace

I is for I Shot the Sheriff, Item Lifting and other Illegal Activity (Go Ask Daddy)

J is for Journalist, a #GirlsRock Interview with Esther Robards-Forbes

K is for Kickass Kindness (to go with #gratitudeandshit)

 L is for Low Self-Esteem, Life Sucks, and Electric Lit (Weekend Reads V)

M is for Manifest your dreams? No thanks. (Here’s why.)

N is for a new path (and why you don’t need one)

O is for old people, other police dogs and one business day (Go Ask Daddy!)

P is for Patience (and how to procure it)

Q is for quality (and other #gratitudeandshit items)

R is for Ruining our lives, but also rules for divine timing and happier parenting (Weekend Reads VI)

S is for Superpowers (a guest post from Cindy of Simple Steps)

T is for Three Hundred Writing Prompts (Guilt)

U is for using up all your subs (Go Ask Daddy)

V is for Virtually anything

W is for What Remains (#gratitudeandshit)

X is for Xs inside of words but not to start words (and this is for Weekend Reads VI which can be read on a Wednesday)