Believe it or not, the grind is kind of gorgeous. I’m still trying to get my feet under me and create tangible stability, but there have been some minor (and a little more than minor) moments in this journey toward making my mark on this planet.
My writing routine is on auto pilot and my general daily routine is starting to birth tangible productivity. My journaling class is moving ahead and I’m getting some great experience in facilitating my first course (I’m enjoying the role as teacher and facilitator). In addition to that I got to see a really good friend for the first time in almost 5 years at a time that I needed to interact with loved ones. It didn’t hurt that she fed me too lol. I met a fellow, more seasoned writer who pulled no punches and made it very clear that I can do whatever I want to do as long as I got out there and made it happen.
As I write this and look to transition into the next topic I can’t do it just yet because I can think of a few more things that have happened to help further my journey. I’m truly receiving my guidance from something bigger than me and I don’t feel as scared about what the future holds.
The discomfort just might give way to extreme comfort soon or maybe not. We’ll see what happens.
I’m grateful. I say that a lot, but I’m really grateful for it all. The missteps have become stepping stones and the lifesavers have been plentiful. I’m still trying to sort it all out but I’ll let you know when I do.
Don’t forget to sign up for the journaling class here. It’s still happening and you’ll have access to the previously recorded sessions.
Anybody got any stories of when their breakdown started to become beautiful. If so, please share 🙂