Oh, hi friends!
Why does it feel like growth is elusive?
Why does it feel like reading is cheating on your creative work?
Why does it feel like moments spent in silence aren’t “maximized” without a podcast or song?
Why does it feel like it’s harder to champion someone else’s work if yours is only inching along?
Why does it feel like she is on an easier path—omg that concert, reading, prize!!—until you hear the real story?
Why does it feel like writing two lines or one paragraph or two pages isn’t enough, when none of it existed before?
Why does it feel like time spent waiting on other people is wildly expansive, but time spent in flow is never long enough?
Why does it feel like deciding is always harder than doing?
Why?
Maybe they’re all just feelings, not facts.
I wonder what we can choose to feel today?
Yes! Today I plan to write a few letters, in cursive with pen and paper. Put a stamp on the envelopes and put them in a mailbox. I appreciate you daily, xx
"Why does it feel like writing two lines or one paragraph or two pages isn’t enough, when none of it existed before?" OMG, this!