When running, the 800-900 meters just before the finish line is the hardest. It's when my body realizes how tired it really is, the realization that I can stop, very soon, makes me want to stop straight away.
This month of writing has been different. The words have flowed more easily and the discipline to write, regularly, hasn't felt as onerous. I gave my self permission to break the continuity when the tidal wave of everyday life threatened to engulf me. I played with verse... a technique to continue to explore. Most days, or late evenings, I only had a small window of time to get my thoughts down on paper. There is something to be said for having a limited amount of time. Mostly, the inspiration came. I found myself going through my days with a slightly sharper sense of awareness as I was looking for which small moment might be the one I write about. It's one of the aspects I love best about this challenge... my heightened awareness.
I find myself amazed that it's been a month already... a month of articulating, a month of reading inspiring writing, a month of appreciating and responding to comments, a month of learning. Another (almost) month worth of posts that will catalogue this month, in time, for years to come.
As this finish line approached, I didn't want to stop. I didn't feel tired and out of breath. I feel grateful to be here, to be a part of this community and am looking forward to next time. My aim is to have a more refined system worked out- perhaps a set time of day when I can write. We shall see. For now, thank you to all who read my writing and left me comments. Here's to many more shared writing experiences together.
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