Author, Judy Howard’s mailing address is Sun City, California, but you will rarely find her there. Instead, you might find the top ranking Amazon author strapped in at the race track ready to check out the Mario Andretti Racing Experience or cruising down Route 66.
Of one thing, you can be sure she is living up to a quote by Henry Thoreau, Howard questions, “How vain is it to sit down and write, when you have not stood up to live?”
The first
day of the rest of my life! Who’s game? Let’s hit the deck running!
I absolutely
LOVE January!
It’s my time
for new beginnings and new habits. It’s my
time to review last year’s feedback. (Notice I did not say “failures.”)
It’s time to get real.
What was my average day like last
year?
How does it differ from my IDEAL DAY?
Here’s what I imagine….
A Day In The Life Of Judy
Howard.
2018 marked
one year of recovery since my hip replacement surgery in 2017. Before surgery,
the focus of my desires was only to be healthy again. I wanted to be able to
put my shoes on, to walk and to sleep without pain. I wanted to get back on a
productive writing schedule but waiting five painful months for my surgery date
led to bouts of depression. I belabored
my future, wondering if it was downhill from here on out.
With surgery
a distant memory in my rearview mirror, in 2020, I am even more excited about
2020. I am living the life! I travel fulltime in my motorhome with my cat,
Sportster. I visit awe-inspiring places and meet the nicest people on earth!
There’s no
room for excuses and procrastination. Well, except that my mind wants me to me
comfortable, and urges me to sleep in, eat that sugar loaded cinnamon roll, and
to zone out, marathoning on the latest Netflix series.
But there is my soul -- longing and seeking, like the force of the river, pushing at
the obstacles in its path so that I may thrive and become the best Judy Howard
she can be …. whoever that is.
Every new year I want to look back on the past
year and say, “I can do better.”
I imagine my
ideal day in 2020 which supports a schedule and will include blocks of time to
write a blog to keep in touch with my family and you, my
friends and fans once a week.
I envision eating healthier and dropping that last
fifteen pounds I’ve been trying to lose for so long.
I want to
acquire a new habit of hiking two to three miles a day. Last year, my average
hike was one mile a day.
And finally,
I want to support to write a new book every year that
will excite my readers.
Other
resolutions which make the top ten list for most folks every year include the categories
of healthier eating and cooking, traveling, and always, always, always -- more
time and more money. And I am an American so, they are on my list too.
How do you envision your ideal day?
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!
AND MY WISHES GO OUT TO THOSE OF YOU WHOM I MET ALONG MY JOURNEY THROUGH 2019 AND ALL THE YEARS BEFORE!! YOU WERE LIKE A COZY FIRE ON A COLD NIGHT AND A REFRESHING ICY BROOK ON A HOT DAY. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Use your time and journey to their fullest!!
Magic will happen!
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Our lives are a series of stories, as well as stories within
stories which are good or bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
Aftera great time at the book signing at Clayville Fall Festival in
Pleasant Plains, Illinois
and also visiting my dear high school friends Kathy
Jamerison and Sharon Stillwagon last week in Springfield, Illinois, I had to say good bye and move on down the
road. Good or bad, it’s hard to say.
My adventures in this crazy universe, whether planned or off
the cuff, whether positive or negative, make for a multitude of
stories, which are good or bad. It’s hard to say.
I believe the universe takes charge and sets the best path
for me, once I express my desires. (I think this is good.) So, Icruised south on I-57 headed forsome quality writing time in Shawnee National Forest and to tour The
Garden of the Gods .
When I reached my Lake Glendale campsite in the Shawnee National Forest I discovered a
text from my friends Sally “Edwards”
Warnick and her husband, Michael, whom I had met last year as camp hosts at Giant City State
Parknear Carbondale, Illinois. Their text messaged asked, “Were you traveling south on I-57 two hours ago? ”
Small world. (This is good.) So, the universe opened up a campsite for them here at Lake Glendale and we’ve spent the last several days catching up. As new
homeowners in the area Sally and Michael became my tour guides.
If you follow my blogs, you already know I look on the
bright side and try to see only the goodness in world in which we live. This adventure
became not just friends sharing nature’s beauty, it is also became a tale of discovering
the beauty of human beings.
As we drove through the pastoral farmland of Southern
Illinois we discovered many small overlooked towns, whose values and community spirit are
the glue which holds our country together. Like the courthouse in Golconda,
Illinois
How about Marion, Illinois? Be sure to stop by the Southern Illinois Mercantile in Marion , Illinois. Check out
their Facebook page.The owners Tanya
and Ellen are examples of small-town living.Not only is the Mercantile a shop that you can spend hours exploring
local made crafts and antiques and books by local authors they have melt-in-your-mouth homemade ice cream too. But more importantly,
They are huge supporters and volunteers for
the Veterans
Honor Flight of Southern IllinoisThey
have raised so much interest and support they are sponsoring TWO Honor flights next year. Way to go Tanya and Ellenand Marion. Illinois!!
The small village of Elizabethtown, known to the locals as E-town, charmed us into have lunch at the E-Town River Restaurant. Michael indulged in fish which is caught daily from the Ohio River while Sally and I preferred fully loaded with all the fixin' hamburgers. After lunch we proceeded on with our tour. (All is good.)
Cave In RockCave In Rock
State Park states, “Few natural
formations are as awe-inspiring or intriguing as a cave. The deep, dark
recesses immediately conjure up images of adventure and mystery.” And so true.
So many folks insisted that that I visit The
Garden of the Gods. "Itis a “must see,” they said and it didn’t disappoint. The views of Southern Illinois were spectacular.
After
oohing and awing at the vistas and The Camel Rock formation, we began our short
hike down the path back to the truck.
A young girl, her hair braided and wearing a red-white- and
blue bandana as a headband hiked up the path, toward us as I announced to
Michael and Sally, “I would like to ride a camel someday.”
The girl’s male companion whose headband matched hers, followed close behind. From their
Harley attire I guessed they were touring southern Illinois on their Harleys.
.
As she passed, she looked at me and announced, “I had an affair.”
I swung around meeting her gaze. (That's bad, I thought.) Her male companion, too, had stopped, and was staring at her as if she had gone mad. Surely, she was
joking.
“You did?" I asked. " And why are you telling me you had an affair?” I glanced at her husband or boyfriend who still stood, his mouth agape,
waiting her answer.
Her eyes darted from me to him. She seemed as startled as everyone, but then burst into laughter. “Nooo!! I said, ‘I did at a fair!’” She waited, studying our faces. “I rode a camel
… at – a – fair!”
Relief washed over the young man’s face and we all exploded
with laughter. (This is good, I thought.) We talked a few moments and I reached in my back-jean pocket for
my wallet to give them my business card.
My merriment switched to panic.
My wallet was gone!
(This is definitely bad.) Hoping it came out of
my pocket in the truck, I hurried back to the parking lot. My mind insisted on jumping
to the worst-case scenarios -- I could have lost it
on the trail or at Cave In Rock or in the bathroom at the diner. So many possibilities. (This is bad.)We called the restaurant.
My wallet was there. (This was definitely good.) After I had used the bathroom in the restaurant, the right woman, at the right time used the bathroom after me. She discovered my wallet and had turned it in.
Thanking all you folks at the E-Town River Restaurant in Elizabethtown, Illinois
And thank you my good friends, Michael and Sally 'Edwards' Warnick for your wonderful hospitality.
Life is good and people are good.
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I find a place like this when I feel like a misfit. When I doubt who I am
and where I am going, I
come here. Not specifically the Shawnee
National Forest, but an environment like this.
I seek out a safe place where there is no judgement.
This is the energy of just being.
Can you feel it?
Notice how the trees unite as a forest and the minnows swimming
in the lake come together as schools, while the birds, with their swooping gracefulness, form flocks that shadow the sky. Each group exists, committed100% to just being
what they are.
Unity
The bird does not expect
the tree to fly and minnow has no desire to reach it fins up to the sky. Instead, because of just "being," the results of their unison have created a magical union of beauty, shelter, song and sustenance
for one another Did this happen in an hour or within a mile?
What do you see when you look out your window? Unplug.
Give yourself back to your beginnings, like the trees, the waters, and fowl have done. Go back to a
time when you were just striving to be a child, learning to walk, to explore
and you enjoyed the wide world that surrounded you. There were no words in your vocabulary like
shouldn’t, couldn’t or wouldn’t. Lke this scene in all its glory, you were just a beautiful, one-of-a-kind
being, curious and accepting of all that the world offered.
What good does it do, you ask? Sometimes it is good to remember where we have come from. We were once like the saplings in the forest, small and vulnerable,
struggling to become what they are meant to be. If we slow down, we will notice that the saplings
grow taller, wider and better. They strive to reach their purpose, stretching and swaying in the winds, just as we must learn
to do during our strife. Through the harsh winter the forest donates its leaves to
shelter the less hardy vegetation lying at its roots. With total faith, the trees bare themselves, offering
their abundance in a fanfare of rainbow colors, unaware of the lesser plants’ promise
to return favor with the kindness of nourishment which the trees will need in
spring. Unity.
The Mississippi River, at its’ widest it is eleven miles wide. Its waters flow over 2300 miles, through 31 states while hundreds
of tributaries, including the Ohio and Missouri rivers contribute to the Mississippi’s mightiness.
Unity.
Does this historic ever flowing entity with its millions of raindrops
realize what its future involves? Does it understand its
potential? I don’t think so. I believe the river has become supreme because of her unquestioning faith and belief in its process as each raindrop, each tributary
and river contributes to her being --- one hour , one mile and one state at a
time.
Unity.
And yet I walked across this mighty body of water which rages
so strongly at times, that its massive power wipes out cities and towns in its wake. How is that possible? I went back to the river's beginnings at Lake
Itasca, Minnesota. Here she is shallow and
only twenty feet wide. We all have humble beginnings.
In my journey I want to strive to become like the forests
and the mountains and the Mighty Mississippi. I want to believe and
trust that during this one hour and this
one mile that all the people I encounter
and the places which offer their influence --- all a part of a beautiful,
inspirational picture that is more wonderous than I can imagine.
One hour?
One mile?
Use your time and journey to their fullest!!
Magic will happen!
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