Feeling your words speak to my heart. This year, I have been holding myself accountable to a writing and sharing schedule and that felt like what this year needed. Yet, real life feels a lot right now and words can be challenging to come by or feel inadequate to express the complexity of a situation. And as I sit her reflecting on what healthy rhythms might look like going forward, there feels so much freedom in allowing our writerly selves to just pop in when the words flow, rather than feeling the pressure to produce words on a schedule.
I'm feeling this deeply today, Becky. I've been trying to take comfort in the idea that none of life right now will be wasted when it comes to writing and creativity and words -- whatever they all should look like. That when the time comes, I'll know. That maybe I'll have rounded some type of corner. I don't know. For now, I'm throwing some thoughts on the wall over on Threads, like partially cooked spaghetti.
I'm with you, writer. You're not alone in attempting to figure out what happens next. Sending prayers and cheering you on along the way.
Feeling your words speak to my heart. This year, I have been holding myself accountable to a writing and sharing schedule and that felt like what this year needed. Yet, real life feels a lot right now and words can be challenging to come by or feel inadequate to express the complexity of a situation. And as I sit her reflecting on what healthy rhythms might look like going forward, there feels so much freedom in allowing our writerly selves to just pop in when the words flow, rather than feeling the pressure to produce words on a schedule.
Here's to embracing that writerly freedom! So glad my words were a blessing and encouragement to you, friend 💖
I'm feeling this deeply today, Becky. I've been trying to take comfort in the idea that none of life right now will be wasted when it comes to writing and creativity and words -- whatever they all should look like. That when the time comes, I'll know. That maybe I'll have rounded some type of corner. I don't know. For now, I'm throwing some thoughts on the wall over on Threads, like partially cooked spaghetti.
I'm with you, writer. You're not alone in attempting to figure out what happens next. Sending prayers and cheering you on along the way.
Thanks Brandy - cheering you on in prayer too!