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I’m calling this series 31 Days of My Search For Balance: Body, Mind, and Soul. I have accepted this writing challenge as a step out of my comfort zone, so put on your seat belt, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride . . .
Scroll down to Day 1:
I will add a link each day, just click below
Day 2: When You’re Sick of Yourself
Day 3: How the Momastery Blog is Helping Me Live a Better Story
Day 4: Adult ADHD: 3 Important Things You Probably Don’t Know
Day 5: Why Church Breaks My Heart
Day 6: Of Funerals, Friends, Fun, and Finding Community Part 1
Day 7: Testing the Waters and Vulnerability – Part 2 of Finding Community
Day 8: The Importance of Stories: Part 3 of Finding Community
Day 9: Growing a Friendship: Parat 4 in Finding Community
Day 11: Day 10 & 11 Putting Aside the ‘Shoulds’
Day 19: Some Days You Just Show Up: Or Why I Haven’t Been Writing
Day 26: Baby Steps
So I’m showing up. It’s scary, and I feel nervous and vulnerable, a little naked. But I’m here.
As a woman of fifty (how the hell did that happen?) who has only recently returned to writing, accepting a 31 day writing challenge is terrifying. I just spent two hours trying to figure out what a ‘linky’ is and how to get it right. I may or may not have figured it out. I changed the theme of my blog because I wasn’t happy with the previous one, or the one before that, or the one before that, and I thought that if there is even a remote chance that more people will be reading this it should at least be pleasing to the eye. At least more pleasing than it was 10 minutes ago.
I loved to write when I was a child and a teenager. English was the only subject I LOVED in high school. The one time I tried pot to English out behind the backstop in between 2nd and 3rd period, I returned to class to write a paper. At the end of class, I went to proofread my paper and realized I had forgotten to write about half of the sentences, so I never tried pot again. Because I loved writing that much. (And it made me cough more than cigarettes, which I started in the fourth grade but quit the summer of sixth grade after I smoked so many that I vomited in the middle of a movie theater. Yep, I’ve always been classy.)
I stopped writing creatively as I got older. In the past 15 years I’ve only written journals, nursing care plans, and APA style research papers. About 8 months ago I attended the Storyline conference, where I learned about living a better story. Learning about living a better story led to dreaming, and somehow dreaming led to writing. It was an unexpected joy, and it feels really good. I am ever so rusty, but I’m working out the kinks, blowing off the dust, and whatever other mixed metaphor you can think of.
I feel like I’ve found my heart again.
I accepted this writing challenge to step out of my comfort zone, and well, challenge myself a bit. While others have been preparing for this challenge for months, I just found out about this challenge on Day 1, so I am playing catch up (this is acutally Day 2). I have been writing about my search for balance, so this is a continuation of that journey, but now with a daily deadline. Pppppffffttttt. It makes me anxious to think about, but I hope you (and by you, I mean my husband and my two best friends who read this and encourage me consistently, and anyone else who happens along) will find this a time to think about your life and heart as I search through the chaos that is life, trying to find balance.
Hello friends (and Craig), and thanks for joining me! And if we haven’t met, you can read more about me here.
And did I say thanks for joining me? I really mean that, so it’s worth saying twice.