Because I am a writer. And I love it.
The cumulative stress of a year plus of unprecedented insecurity and constant change, coupled with this weird new anxiety, compelled me to seek professional help. My counsellor told me that along with movement, mastery and mindfulness- things I was careful to engage in the last year-meaningful connection is essential for good mental health. How does a natural introvert leave the safety and security of Zoom meetings and quiet evenings at home and resume the face-to-face connections so vital for their health? Slowly. Thoughtfully. And with a great deal of deal of self-kindness.
This week, the friends embark on a grand experiment, much like we are as many places around the world ease pandemic restrictions. Change is scary, but just follow that wise slug Ario's advice, and "Have faith, bro." Everything will work out, if we take things as they come and work hard for equality, like our… Continue reading Faith, Trust and Slug Slime
I've fallen off the writing wagon. Again. Honestly, I've lost count of the number of times this has happened to me in the years I've dared to call myself Writer. Three? Four? Who knows? This time, though, it's different. This time, I think I might stay off. I gave up anger for Lent this… Continue reading Something’s Got To Give
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In this the darkest time of year, a light to guide you to plan for your best year ever.
Mother vs. Writer It's hard to be a mother and a writer. When I first dared to call myself "writer", I felt every minute I spent working on my novel, or learning a new literary skill was a minute stolen from my kids. As an unpublished writer, in particular, I felt selfish for spending precious… Continue reading Inspired by Inspiring Others