Having a Tough Hour/Day/Week? Yeah…Me, Too. This Might Help!
Project 365, Day 94/365
Some days, most days, in fact, not having a plan for what to write can be magical. It means anything is possible between me and my keyboard. What’s it gonna be today? A short story? An essay? Me rambling about feelings? My inner control freak has really loosened up, at least when it comes to the blog, by choosing to sidestep an editorial calendar.
But then, other days, I’m like…oh crap. I have nothing to write. Nothing to say. Uh oh.
Can you guess what kind of day today is?
While I’m tempted to leave it there and say “welp, I tried!” this is as much for you as it is for me. My daily writing. So I guess, let’s just chat…a one way (for now) conversation.
Actually, no, maybe I’ll share some things I’ve bookmarked lately, in my “feel good” folder on Instagram. I had a bit of a down in the dumps kind of day, for no reason in particular, and an off-and-on physically challenging week, so I kind of need this, and hey, maybe some of you out there need it, too:
There’s this by the brilliant Amanda Gorman that I go back and read regularly when I need it.
Ohh this was SUPER helpful for me earlier this week when I couldn’t shake a dance with irrational, anxious feelings.
And this, which if anything, I desperately needed to read earlier today, but forgot I had it tucked away. “You are not a failure. You are not underperforming. You are simply doing your best to function normally under abnormal circumstances. Be gentle with yourself.” Oof, say that five times fast.
After I came across this, I’ve been trying really hard to not skate by on half-asses attempts at pronunciation of Asian names and words. It’s important we try.
I adore Emily McDowell and her words regularly hit in a way that few others’ do. Just real and raw. These are a particularly good set of words.
And you know…this, in case you need a reminder that we’re all just popcorn kernels, sitting in a pot of heating oil, waiting for our time to pop.
That’s all I’ve got for you today.
See you tomorrow, FOAS.