CELEBRATE This Week XCIV (94)
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What seems like just the other day, but was really months ago, I posted a picture of my couch. It was the first day of summer and I snapped a picture because I was intrigued by the way I was transitioning into my summer writing life. The picture on the left was from the beginning of the summer. Yesterday, on my last official day of summer break, I left my writing to wake up the kids (it’s time to get back into the school year groove). Returning, I saw the couch from a new perspective and it made me giggle. I snapped the photo on the right.
At first glance, it might appear that nothing really changed this summer.
That couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Unhurried, my One Little Word for 2015, finally wrapped around me. I realized living unhurried is a practice that takes time to produce fruit. I’ve been floundering as a writer. In the dark, raw recesses of my heart, I thought maybe the gig was up. Maybe I ran out of words. Maybe I came to the end of the line. Maybe being the kind of writer who publishes in public ways was finished. It was time to collect my story privately. It was time to close my blog, put away my computer, and move on.
The thoughts hurt my heart and I didn’t say them aloud — at least not in the stark, pointed way they were lambasting my heart.
Rather, I tried to embrace the mess. I tried to celebrate 10 words on the page, rather than mourning my 1000 words/day. I tried to accept that bridging writing territories was an exercise in flexibility. I tried to find space in my mind to percolate and prewrite and plan.
The more I tried to coral my writing life, hurry it up, and make it stand in perfect formation, the more the writer in me shriveled.
This was a summer of nourishment, of holding hands, and trusting my process. The photos are deceiving. They make it look like I’m the same writer now as then.
This is my celebration on the final days of summer break.
September 19 will mark our 100th celebration! I’m cooking up some ideas for this milestone. Won’t you please invite your friends to join us?