I haven’t written much lately. Things ache. My thumbs. My soul. So picking up a pen and scratching out my thoughts feels painful and daunting.
It’s on my mind constantly. Writing. I have so many ideas and thoughts but they’re not making it to the page. My book writing has come to a halt. I feel stuck. How to get unstuck?
A long pause for reflection. What next? Looking back is dangerous if it doesn’t compel us to immediate action. As hard as it is, as much as it might not be exactly what we want it to be, we have to move forward. However that is. Writing. Walking. Running. Singing. Dancing. Building.
Clear away the accumulated fear. Brush it the hell out of the way. This is a good reminder that stalling out is my own responsibility. I got myself here. I’m the one to get myself out.
No promises. Just action. Writing. Words to the page. Choose this path again and again and again.
Let’s go.
