I’m still writing.
At one point about three years ago I tried to shut it off. I
didn’t write regularly (if at all). I packed away projects I was working on.
Then I got sick. Then covid changed the world.
I was laid off. So I tried to revive my writing. I couldn’t.
Something in the stress of the time, the jumble of my mind, the realizations
that people I knew were sick, that I had been sick, that some of my children
were laid off, that I would have to change the budget to survive, that I might
be expected to do new things, swirled around my head, and made it impossible to
focus on anything not immediate.
I wrote about what was going on, but after a few weeks it
just hurt too much.
I managed my daily Bible reading, now more important than
ever, and I wrote notes in my study notebook. I was still writing.
Babies
Job changes
Trips
Death in the family
All these things blocked out the writing part of me. Then I
learned to write with it, past it, through it in new ways.
I’ve learned (again) that writing is a part of me, like
breathing, like moving, like coffee, something that keeps me balanced and
upright, something that keeps me from curling up in the fetal position and
hoping the world goes away by the time I must crawl out of bed again.
So I will be still and listen to My Maker and ask why I am
still writing.
Today, I’m still writing so I can blog and learn and maybe
encourage the person reading this.
And tomorrow I will still be writing.
Some resources that helped me to be still writing:
Still 10-8-22– 31 Days of Writing about Writing
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