I’ve made a sort of “silent resolution” with myself to start writing every day (again).
Not necessarily blog, but write…just for the sake of writing…in my journal, on the computer, on a napkin…it doesn’t matter. I used to tell my students, “to be a writer all you have to do is write,” and there are sadly days, weeks, and even months that go by when I don’t take my own advice.
So many parts of me need writing to survive…my brain, my heart and all of my insides swirl with thoughts all day that need an outlet. Sometimes I just need a place to dump them, but most times I long to share and connect them to others, which is why I’ve always loved the blogging world.
I’ve asked before, why is it that we deprive ourselves that which we need to survive?
I make excuses…I don’t have time, I’m too tired, I’m afraid >>> it won’t be good enough, it won’t be perfect and if it’s not good or perfect, then what’s the point? (We all know I’ve “been there/done that” on that particular topic…)
Now is the time to give up the expectations and just write. To write. Because I need it. I love it. I want to share and connect. It makes me happy. And it provides an awesome way to look back and say…oh, yeah…that’s what I was thinking and feeling and loving and hating on that particular day.
And when I feel lost I remember.
I am not lost. I am right here.
In these words that overflow and spill into an awkward, jumbled and sometimes “beautiful” mess.
I am not lost. I am right here.
(And while there may not be perfection
I find great
security.comfort.happiness
in being grounded
in these words.)
