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.
I've dared to call myself 'writer' out loud now for about five years, though I've known deep inside I was writer since the third grade. What has consumed a HUGE chunk of these last five years for me is figuring out my writing process. Until I figure out HOW to do a thing, I'm often… Continue reading My Writing Arsenal
Sometimes the Universe really does answer your prayers. Just the other day I was reflecting on my writing practice and I came to the realization that what has been holding me back, lately, is a lack of direction. What time I do have for writing has been really unproductive of late because I don't have… Continue reading Thank you Universe!
How on earth do I achieve my dream along with all the other stuff I'm committed to?
It's a humbling experience, this writing gig.