I was debating on what should be my first post. Then this happened at work. I was surprised to find a surprised face looking back at me!
Cleaning a warehouse might not be glamorous but it gives me peace and quiet, also moments like this photo. Mostly it gives me time to think. Most of my life I’ve been cleaning for work. I’ve tried a couple different jobs in my day but always came back to the safe choice. I’ve always asked myself “Why?” knowing deep down I craved something more. Haven’t we all had this thought pass? And with each New Year the goals we set and watch fly by can be a bummer. Trying new things can be scary!
Most writers say they have always known they wanted to be a writer. Not me. Most writers say they have always loved reading. Not me. I don’t fit the mold of a writer. It truly never crossed my mind till I stepped in Blue Gum! Yep. BLUE GUM.
Seven years ago, Thanks to someone….their gum was left on the main walkway of a company I cleaned for. This blue gum got everywhere! Multiple people have stepped in it, joylessly sharing the blue gum to various parts of carpet throughout the whole store. I spent most of my day chasing after getting this gum gone! I cuss to myself to the point my weird mind makes a rime about this blue gum, then a poem… Boredom can kill but imagination stepped in and saved the day.
The poem was mainly full of cuss words. Surprised was I, it sparked a deep secret I forgot I had as a kid. At age 15 I wanted to publish a poem in one of those chicken noodle soup books. Weird how that popped into my head while scrapping gum off the floor.
For rest of the day I was thinking about poems again. Maybe I should put together a book of my poems? The next day I was mopping the main entrance, thinking about yesterdays blue gum and what it sparked in me. If only I had a better title idea for a book of poems lead to …”Why not write a book too?” I loved old movies and I loved hearing stories. A story captures my attention more than the poem idea. Writing a story might be fun? (If I only knew writing a book wasn’t gonna be easy.)
Thanks Blue Gum!
This blog isn’t just going to be about writing or painting. I hope it sparks a dream. We should all look at the small things in the mist of dirt in our minds. It just might surprise you.