Posted in Opinions and Thoughts, Travel, Writing

‘Tis the Season

As I was running recently, I was thinking about how much I love this time of year. The crispness of the air, the smoky smell wafting from chimneys, the scent of evergreens inside offices and homes, the cookies, the parties, the decorations, the singing, the impression that everyone seems to be kinder – all of these are reasons I enjoy the holiday season. One thing that I really enjoy about this time of year are the Christmas cards.

Most of my friends have never been big letter writers. In the past, I was usually the one who would send regular letters. I always hoped for a response but never expected one. One time, I followed up with a phone call because I hadn’t received a letter from a friend who always responded and that was how I found out that he had died. His mom had been saving all of my letters for months – unopened – because she wasn’t sure how to break the news to me.

These past few years as life has become busier, my letters have devolved into postcards that I send when I’m traveling. It’s easy to jot a few lines on a postcard and pop it in the mail, right? Not always! Some trips, I’ve spent hours looking for postcards and post offices. When I went to Bali, I didn’t find postcards until my last day on the island so most friends didn’t even know I was in Bali until they saw pictures on Facebook. But I enjoy looking for postcards and finding just the right ones for certain friends.

I always hope for a return letter or postcard but I don’t expect one. But every Christmas, I look forward to amassing a stack of Christmas cards. Even if the card only has a signature and no personal note, it brings that friend to mind and I like that. The joy that I get when I receive real mail (as opposed to junk mail, bills, or bank statements!) has not diminished over the years.

Those Christmas newsletters that people rant about? I love them! In a couple of pages I can get updated on the happenings of my friends’ and their families’ lives. And I can do it on my own time, curled up in front of a roaring fire with a cup of cocoa at hand.

This year, I’ve gotten a couple of e-cards. And let me tell you, they don’t warm the cockles of my heart the same way a card in the mail does. They seem impersonal and thoughtless to me, more for the sender’s convenience than for the recipient’s pleasure.

But isn’t that what this season is all about? Thinking about others and doing kind things for them? So if you’re thinking of me this season, send me a real Christmas card via snail mail. I will appreciate it more than you know.

And the thought processor churns on . . .

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Posted in Running, Writing

Name Change

I changed the name of my blog this morning from “Mutterings, Mumblings, and Musings” to “Confessions of a Treadmill Runner.” It came to me overnight and I think it more accurately describes what I’m trying to do here.

We’ll see how this sticks and make more adjustments as needed.

Happy running!

Posted in Writing

Post A Week 2011

One of my goals for 2011 is to write 100 words each day. The purpose of that goal is to get me in the writing habit. When I set that goal, I truly meant 100 words each day, not writing 300 words one day and 400 words another day to total 700 words in one week. The point is to get into the habit of writing every day.

The WordPress challenges – Post a Day and Post a Week – are a perfect way for me to build a blogging habit. I’ve signed up for the Post a Week challenge, which means that I will post at least once a week to this blog.

It won’t be easy. Even writing this short post wasn’t easy because I was worried about flow and format, punctuation and grammar. But I’m up to the challenge and I hope that at the end of the year, this blog will have at least 52 posts, one for each week of the year.

Mutter, mumble, and muse on!

Posted in Writing

Let’s Start at the Very Beginning

Greetings!

I’m not really going to start at the very beginning because no one is really interested in that. I just thought that before my first meat-and-potatoes post I should write something about this blog and myself.

I’ve had a couple of blogs in the past but those blogs were private and more like journals instead of blogs. And they both went away when the company that was hosting them decided that blogs were not a part of their core business. Which they weren’t. That’s why I’ve been hesitant to start a real blog – (1) because I was afraid that the blog would take the place of my journal, which I love, and (2) because I wanted to be sure that if I started a real blog, it would stick around for a while.

There are other reasons why I’ve hesitated about starting a blog: What will I write about? Will I care if no one reads it? Who wants to read what I have to say? What makes me qualified to write about anything at all?

But I finally made a decision. Who cares about any of that? Life is too short to wait for the perfect time, the perfect blog title, the perfect list of blog topics to write about for a year, etc. And so I signed up for a blog.

I chose “Mutterings, Mumblings, and Musings” for the title of the blog because that’s what I’m going to be doing here. Right now I don’t have a specific focus but perhaps after a year of doing this, I’ll have found a niche and then will focus on that. I don’t think I have a particular expertise but I have read a lot of books, magazines, and blog posts and I do have a lot of life, work, and travel experience that I want to share.

I think I’ll be writing a lot about fitness, particularly running. I’m not a personal trainer. I’m not a fast runner, either. I’m a back-of-the-middle-of-the-pack runner. But I enjoy running. I enjoy running in races (note I didn’t say “competing”). I enjoy planning out a training schedule.

I’ll be writing about etiquette because I think society today is lacking in etiquette and common courtesy, financial topics because I think that too many of the articles out there are either too simple or too complicated, and motivational/self-improvement topics because I think that writing about them will help me.

Welcome to my writing desk.