If there is one thing that I’m grateful for after these last few years, is having found other ways, kinder ways, to re-center when my writing just isn’t doing what I want it to do. But I realize if someone told me they were doing these things to someone they loved I would take issue with it. Or withholding things I enjoyed until I hit my goal. Forcing myself to sit in my chair until I wrote a number of words or pages, for example. Before the pandemic, my go-to was, in retrospect, a bit abusive. The times when routines, and pomodoros, and all the other tricks weren’t working and how I was failing to motivate myself. Soon, I was back on the main highway headed for home.īack in the safety of my office, I thought about this trip, and the many times I’ve felt this sense of lost control with my writing. I hit that button so fast I almost cracked my phone screen. The button on my GPS cradling a calming affirmation, Re-center. And just as I was about to reach total meltdown, I saw it. However, on this trip I found myself lost on a strange back road in a part of California that had been a virus hot spot, the sun was setting, and my anxiety was bubbling over.Įverything felt off-the-rails. I loved being able to put both the car and my brain on cruise control for a few hours and let both coast along it’s where some of my best writing ideas have come from. Before Covid, being on the road by myself was one of my joys in life. Recently, I took my first solo road trip since the pandemic.
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