My alarm pulls me out of whatever deep sleep I can muster with toddler feet in my face at 5 am. I contort my body to turn it off, without opening my eyes my finger finds my phone and turns off the alarm. I roll over and try to fall into a deep sleep, irritated… Continue reading Finding Creative Time
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.
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
I am in the process of creating space for my writing to grow- physical, mental, and emotional space.
I may not be comparing my life to hers and theirs, but I was ignoring my life to see how they were living. I think that’s even worse.