Slice of Life Challenge is Over (but not my blogging!!!)

 While the Slice of Life Challenge for the month of March is over, I intend to continue to write in this blog.  I've started exploring other venues: Such as taking a creative writing course online, coupled with meditation and a compassion cultivation training workshop, I will continue with memoir and biographical writing.

If there is one thing that I am getting from this experience it is that writing MUST be a daily practice.

As part of the creative writing workshop I'm enrolled in, we were told to obtain a journal that we actually write in each day, yes, as in with a pen on paper!

Here was the first assignment, the assignment for today:

Write a one-page autobiography of your life. Why only one page? Because setting a page limit will help you stay focused and encourage you to be clear and concise. And if you're thinking you can't possibly fill a whole page? Try it--I bet you can!

I found this assignment to be fascinating.

Writing about my life on one page was challenging. I wasn't able to get the details out. What I focused on were major events/aspects: birth, family, school, relationships, career. There is so much more to be said about my life in relation to each of these major aspects of my life.

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