This might be the warm-up after the warm-up
Journaled today about feeling buried… in fear. First cracking of the journal in weeks. Sigh.
I’m right there with you: a writer not writing. Thank you for your insights and questions. It mattered to me that you braved putting words to my bottled up thoughts. One can feel alone and disqualified. You’ve reminded me that I’m neither.
Well goodness if I don’t need to read this again and then pick up my pen. So much fear, so much distraction, so much busyness
Morning Pages changed my life. I’m nearly 900 in over the course of about 7 years, but it’s been amazing to learn what my own voice sounds like--it helps me BE more with others instead of fearing their judgment.
You’re talking to me, right? ❤️
I’m glad & grateful that you are here. 🤎
Write on, friend. Here’s to carrying the light, writing imperfect words, and beginning again. Again.
Also, I love you.
I absolutely love this, Kris. I relate to it so, so much. Thank you for your sharing so beautifully and vulnerably. I am grateful for your words ... and the heart from which they flow.
“Maybe, instead of striving for brilliant ideas, the goal is to simply carry light.”
Just beautiful and so, so true. Thanks for speaking into those places that we writers don’t always talk about… like not writing and battling the fear to begin again. With you in that fight!