You stare at your blank notebooks and think you don’t have anything of substance to say. You stare at a blank screen and think your voice isn’t needed. You want to give up, to quit, to go back to thinking you aren’t the creative type, that you can’t be a writer. But something keeps you from walking away.
Happy July! I can't believe how quickly we are flying through 2017. We are officially 4 months away from my baby girl turning 2 (her golden birthday)! It is so hard to believe! I am working on figuring out a rhythm for my writing practice, so that is my main focus for July. My other… Continue reading July Goals
Reading: Finishing Chasing Slow. This has been one of my favorite books I've read this year so far. I'm having a hard time picking what book to read next. I think it may be between this or this. Listening: I really enjoyed this conversation on Katie Dalebout's podcast. Her insights on being enough and writing were inspiring. Writing: You are coming into yourself,… Continue reading Reading, Writing, Listening 5
I don’t give myself enough credit as a mom. I don’t acknowledge how capable I am or that there is enough grace to cover the fear that hangs heavy on my shoulders.
What I want to give up, what I need to give up is the fear, the doubt, the perfectionism that clouds my way, makes everything foggy, makes me want to crawl into a hole and hide until the sun comes back out. This is what I want to give up, what I need to do without.
Reading: This book by Erin Loechner is rocking my world. She is a favorite blogger of mine and I love her writing style. Finished this book (it's a quick read. Stuff I already know, but always need a reminder of). Listening: This episode of Dear Daughters podcast. This episode of the Grit and Glitter podcast with the editor of Holl… Continue reading Reading, Writing, Listening 4
I don’t want to let fear win, I don’t want the inner critic to get the last word. I want to believe in myself. I want to stay where it feels uncomfortable and find a way to be comfortable
We are all looking for someone who understands what our daily lives look like, who understands how beautifully messy motherhood truly is, someone to acknowledge that motherhood is a captivating contradiction.
I have found myself reaching for my phone, unlocking it, and looking for that app. When I remember that it is gone, I close my phone and try to evaluate the reason for grabbing my phone in the first place. I have given up the fear of missing out- missing out on the lives of these instagram moms I will never meet. How they live their lives has no affect on me
I’m realizing though, for someone who *thinks* she likes who she is becoming, I am still fighting the inner critic telling me I’m not enough