It’s not often that I find myself without something to write about. Usually, I can come up with something, anything!
And yet, these last few weeks I’ve been a wanderer without her bearings. My writing is my compass, and without it, I’m always a bit lost.
There were reasons for this, of course. First my kid got sick, then I got sick, then my company required me to work more hours, and then…a freeze and snow storm smack dab in the middle of it all.
Oh, and then Halloween. And the candy. And the time change.
Really?
So, I put on my mom hat and worker hat, rolled up my sleeves, and got it done. I did what I had to do.
I survived, but I find it interesting that I always have to let go of my writing in order to do it. I know…sometimes we just have to put our adult pants on and jump into the trenches.
Which is what I did.
I “adulted” like the best of them! I did my work. I parented.
And my writing took a back seat. And not only my writing, but also the way I observe the world. One cannot be a writer without looking, without observing, without taking notice of life around her.
And when chaos ensues, the observing piece takes a back seat.
So, these past few days as life has returned to normal (although, I’m not really sure what “normal” looks like with a three year old), I’ve been taking more time for stillness. And in this stillness, I hear my voice and can begin to pay attention once again.
This blog is not earth-shattering.
It’s not mind-blowing.
It’s just raw and honest.
And a reminder for me how important silence really is; with holiday-mode in full vigor, it’s a good lesson to remember now and always.
Call to Action: Find the way that helps you keep your voice, that helps you find your stillness and quiet. It will be different for us all. But all of us have that space and a need for silence. Do you know where yours is?