I started writing this post, and it was just grumbling about how overwhelmed I felt. After staring at it for 45 seconds or so, I reread it and it was even miserable for me to read. So, I erased it and here I now sit.
An empty post ahead of me.
Type. Erase. Type. Erase.
In many ways, this is such an easy space for me. It really feels like riding a bike to be back on here. I know I’m in the right place when I’m writing.
I love working out a little scribble of a notion into a full post that makes way more sense than it did sitting in the back corner of my brain.
Writing out moments has been so helpful for me to articulate joy and delight. I could enjoy writing about small details like fresh vegetables or cute cups… but sometimes, writing feels harder now.