Here are some further thoughts on lament - let’s call it an unofficial part 2. Earlier we looked at how lament is a process that involves stopping. Similar to how we might slow down as a loved one is dying or how we might reflect upon a life well lived following a funeral. Just as there are several steps between the death and of a loved one and their wake, lament is not the first step in the process.

I’ve found it best to get into a rhythm and routine with laundry. I’m sure if you’re over the age of twenty-three, you’ve found this out too. We also know what happens when there is a disruption in this system. One day the pile of dirty clothes is a manageable collection, consisting of a couple of pairs of undies, a t-shirt and some jeans. Yet somehow just one day later the pile now resembles a life side model of Mt Kilimanjaro.

Three weeks ago I made a commitment to blog once a week, beginning the following week. Two days later I awoke to find my nose was imitating a leaking tap, sadly the first signs of man flu. Last week I found a draft that I had originally written 18 months ago, before the global pandemic, when I had thought it a good idea to blog again. With a sweep of editing, that became my first post.

“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago, the second-best time is now.” Old ancient Chinese proverb or made up sound bite by 20th century Anthony Robbins style motivational speaker, the sentiment holds true. Get off your rear end and take action. One day, I want to write a book. Possibly two or three. However, to make that a reality, I have to start with today. My gut feeling is that I cannot wake up one morning and start writing a book and expect that my writing will be worth reading - God did not bless me with the gift of beautiful, lyrical writing.