This is a simple, happy post. You know, there is nothing as encouraging as sitting my butt down and clicking away on my keyboard.
There was a time when this was such a hardship. And all I felt was guilt about not being able to write. The self doubt was also quite real – how ca I be a writer who doesn’t write? I was also overwhelmed by my inability to give myself over to the thing I loved most. And of course, my troubled mind is terribly unforgiving.
There’s a reason cliches exist – they are often true. And well, the one about doing the thing that you are passionate about is right. Doing the thing that fills me gives me the strength to do the adulting that I should do.
I celebrate the liberty to write because it feeds my soul. There is a lot I have to do that I must do… and this craft that I long to master like no other, fills me up for the long road that I must travel.