Write your way through the darkness, until a light begins to appear at the end, and you can feel that rush of returning home to yourself.
Write for your life, through the darkest moments, knowing that your words are read and received, and that it is always safe to acknowledge yourself and what you are feeling.
Write from a place of connection, or if you feel disconnected, write until the glimmer of connection begins to shine through.
Write until you are exhausted, or jot down a few choice words. Either way, you are a writer my dear.
Paint your nails and put your hoop earrings in, if it helps you to feel like the boss that you are, and to get the words you long to write down on paper.
Write in your pjs with greasy hair and a belly so full of tea you just know you’re going to need to make 100 more trips to the loo before the day is done.
Whatever it is that gets you in front of your computer or notepad, just do it.
Express yourself, and write your truth at every turn.
Don’t wait for anyone else’s invitation to begin writing your story, or sharing your ideas. Life is an open invitation to self expression, and the more of us who dare to show up and write from a place of authenticity, the better. The more we step into our own truth, the easier we make it for others to do the same.
Hey you – yes you, reading this!!! What is it that you long to write? Regardless of what you think your ‘audience’ may want to hear, or may bring the most hits to your blog. What issues are burning inside of you, just waiting for you to give them some air?
I don’t know why I’m writing this. I didn’t even realise I was going to write a blog post until I opened up my laptop and found myself tapping away. Maybe it’s a load of sh*t, or maybe it contains a nugget of wisdom that someone reading this will benefit from, in some small way.
Point is, I turned up, I wrote what seemed to want to be written, and I’d rather do that than wait for the perfect idea for a blog post to emerge. I’m not a creative genius (or at least I don’t think I am!). I’m just a woman who seems to want to write, and is fortunate that occasionally what I’ve written means something to someone else.
Who’s permission are we waiting for, anyway, when we’re pondering our worth as a writer? What human being was born into this world with credentials so great, and a talent for writing so enormous, that they can determine whether or not we are allowed to enter the fold and take to the keyboard? I’ll tell you who – no one!
So write! Write for freedom, write for joy, or write to get something off your chest. You are a part of this world, and this world needs you to show up as your true self. Writing is one way that you can do this.