Blogging, working, volunteering, and writing. I’ve spent the last 3 years saying I’m writing a book, while at the same time taking on projects, jobs, and being involved in various distractions. I finally decided it was time to put “real” time into writing.
Now I have to face the music so to speak. It’s all or nothing. As I find myself spending a significant amount of time looking at the words I’ve written and wondering if it was worth the effort, I hope that putting my “all” into the project produces something I am proud of. With no concrete results to show for myself, I often wonder what I am doing with my time. I’ve got binders full of my words, worksheets, quotes, and research, but nothing yet published.
I had a breakthrough today and realized I like much of what I have written. I am taking time out to be with myself and feel my emotions so that I have something to put back into my writing.
Organizing my writing feels painful and numbing at times. But I am finding that in the process of organizing my ideas onto blank pages, I am arranging and rearranging my thoughts into something that makes sense. Writing is a way to process my feelings about my life and career–to make sense of myself.
Some form of writing or self-expression is helpful for “finding oneself,” exploring interests and talents, and getting motivated to make a difference. There are so many ways to tell my story. When I get stuck, I just tell the same story from a different perspective.