It is already day 30 of 40 days of writing! I can't believe it!
Showing up every day to write has been powerful. Some days stand out more than others. Some days have felt like I was letting myself squeak by with a little too easy. Reminds me of those workouts where you put the time in, but you don't break a sweat. It is hard to feel good about them, but the intention is there. However, showing up consistently is teaching me not to judge those days, and certainly not to abandon ship because of them.
I am realizing that showing up for writing is part of what makes me me. Showing up to create is part of what makes me me. This is a huge realization!
This process of consistently giving time to the creator part of me is making me realize that not giving it time was like depriving a part of my body from getting the supply of blood it needs. Who knew that it would take a 40 day stint to take the tourniquet off!
It is interesting to me how long it takes us to nurture our creative selves, and how hard it is to allow this process of awakening. Seems beliefs about the have's and the have not's are not limited to money. Creative poverty is just as pervasive and long-suffering. And I wasn't even aware of this poverty in my life until now!!
I love the book Women Who Run with the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I think it should be a required read for all. She suggests that this become our new mantra, and I am wholeheartedly adopting this:
"I love my creative life more than I love cooperating with my own oppression."
This quote feels paramount at the moment.
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