I felt the inner itch to write today. So I am scratching it. Bear with me as my writing fluxes this year….I have no idea where this is going, but that’s the fun of it, no?
January seems to be the perfect month to live out some fresh changes. We’re already knee deep in mind over (snow) matter and the bitter wind and the snow covered ground as far as the eye can see tends to bring out the ascetic in us all. I’ve had a few weeks with my 2015 resolutions under my belt and I’m feeling great. Centered and whole. Discipline and rhythm are definitely the harmony to my melody.
I’m sure a huge part of this feeling also stems from not being pregnant nor having a wee one to center my life around. Bea is at the perfect age for me to have enough independence from her in order to implement these things. (New mamas, you’ll be here soon. Enjoy being tossed about by the waves of little cries while it lasts).
This year has proven to be a time to figure out how my brain works. Though my time used to be divided between a full-time job and a house to care for, now it seems to be even further parted into more numerous facets. This makes it especially more important for me to understand it if I best want to exploit it. Being introverted especially makes this quest more enjoyable (and dare I say necessary)
I really enjoyed reading this post about the importance of being bored. Naturally, as an introvert, I want to spend hours inside my own head, processing the world and dreaming up creativity. In order to write, I have to have ABSOLUTE silence with zero distractions. Even the tiniest of distractions can send me miles adrift from where I was. I once read someone describe being an introvert as similar to a scuba diver. They are undersea, exploring their world when all of a sudden they are yanked to the surface by an unsuspecting question. They have to sputter a bit and gasp for air in recovery before being able to respond. If I don’t have solid time to think, mining for creativity is like striking a rock looking for a water vein.
Other precursors to writing are sources of fodder. When the well runs dry, I have to spend some time reading good literature, exercising (good head time), and simply turning off all distractions while I work. Here is another author’s take on writer’s block that resonated with me.
Bea has been coming into her own lately and it has been a joy to officially meet her. She is independent and determined in a way we rarely saw from MG. She also has proven that she understands so much more than we give her credit for. Her latest thing that never fails to make us laugh always happens when we are in the kitchen prepping for a meal. Bea disappears for a minute and we hear the dragging sound of a small, child-sized chair being pulled across the floor. She enters with a bright smile on her face, proud of her ingenuity. She pulls that little chair right up in the middle of the action, eager to sneak her own little bites off of our plates that are being filled.
Part of my thinking time this year will be devoted to how to parent these two unique girls in my care. Being the same, yet two different, mamas to them is no doubt difficult but strangely redeeming. Related very loosely, I really enjoyed reading this article by Emily P. Freeman about God and parenting.
Until next time (think Spring thoughts),