Showing up here, just showing up, feels kind of radical. Like I am both returning home and striking out on a new adventure.
A new book is trying to push its way through me, and I am really excited, but also resisting the opportunities to write.
I do almost anything else.
I've been thinking a lot about procrastination of this kind, the kind that is under the guise of keeping us safe when really, it is keeping us from becoming more fully whole, more wholly full. More holyful. More.
while I watch this with compassion, this procrastination, I am also witnessing with the curiosity of what Can I do?
So, I took out a piece of paper and wrote a list.
Then I opened a word document and wrote the beginning of a beginning of an intro.
And I no longer have to face a blank anything. I need only continue.