I'll let you in on a little secret, my journal pages have been as bare as this blog lately.
Perhaps there are a few more notes in my Moleskin, but not many.
Words just haven't been happening for me.
Nothing has sounded right,
whatever that means…
And that's discouraging.
To have something so special,
something I've defined myself by,
something that came so naturally,
suddenly become… depleting.
So I stopped.
I stopped dwelling on what I wasn't getting done,
wasn't penning, and wasn't feeling.
And started doing… other stuff.
I began drawing.
I went on a hike.
I visited castles.
I had lots of cappuccinos.
I began Jillian Michael's Ripped in 30.
I ate gelato.
I wore Chacos!
I started reading Daring Greatly.
I teach English every day from 3-5.
My writing mojo still isn't back.
So I will keep doing… other stuff.
but if you see it, please send it my way!
But in the mean time,
I'm finding other things I'm pretty rad at.
Wearing Chacos and eating gelato are at the top of the list.
Followed by teaching English and visiting castles.
(drawing and Ripped in 30 are closer to the bottom… and by that I mean tied for dead last.)
So heres to doing-
without expectation or disappointment
or standard.
I promise to tell you more about the doing as it happens-
until then,
what are you out doing?
