I would never have figured the hardest thing to do would be to make an appointment with myself. In an effort to finally make space for my writing, I thought perhaps if I got out of the house I could actually concentrate. Well.
I planned to go to the library at 10AM. An hour and a half later, after multiple distractions, I am here. Of course one of the distractions was that I could not find the notebook I planned to use. I’d read somewhere that using a 3 ring notebook and loose leaf paper is helpful because then you can write pieces of a larger work in any order and rearrange them later. But even though I’d seen it recently, today it was nowhere to be (easily) found. Oh well. So….I am improvising. I can’t be the only disorganized writer out there.
I need to get comfortable with giving myself permission to both exist and pursue my own passions. Leave it to me to feel guilty about wanting a whole library table to myself. How ridiculous is that? I seems that my social dysfunction goes much deeper than I ever figured now that I am actually trying to move forward.
What was that thing I read that says that you know you’re going in the right direction when your resistance raises its ugly head? It surely did! But – since I’m here I’m going to finally write some of this stuff the heck outta my brain…..