My inner critic is strong today. This post probably won’t—definitely won’t—be what I would like it to be, but I’ve got to write to overcome this paralysis.
This week has gone by in a blink.
I was able to write another three thousand words to a story I’m writing. I find that it’s the in-between (the details between dialogue, pivotal moments, etc.) that are the most critical challenge at the moment. I find I wish I was just the reader, and the description would magically appear on the page. And then the next thought I have is how glad I am that I am the writer and I get to be the one to paint the scene for others.
I was out running errands today and felt tightness in my calves. That feeling reminded me of all the physical things I was able to do this week. I cleared out a few cabinets in my kitchen to downsize and donate items. I lifted and cleared out moving boxes while I organized my new work space. I kicked and actively swam in a gorgeous AirB&B pool with friends on one of the most beautiful sunny days this month.
Self care is still a relatively new thing for me, but I have to acknowledge that this week felt like a good balance. I saw friends, paid bills, went to an annual medical screening before heading to work. I feel very fortunate for to have all I have, including all the people in my life.
My critic feels less oppressive at the moment, so I will go write a few thousand more words to my stories.
August will arrive on Thursday.
