Is anyone surprised that I haven’t blogged in over a year? I’m 99.9% sure that my husband, mom and dad are the only people who read this blog anyway, and right now that’s totally okay. I clearly haven’t established any credibility when it comes to consistency. Over and over again I’ve tried to commit to write on this blog hoping that it will take on a certain identity. And I’ve also operated under the assumption that I have to have an authentic, fresh, inspiring subject to write about before I even begin a post. But what I’m realizing is I need to just show up and write. Write, write, write. The first
few many posts will probably be embarrassing in a year (let’s be real, they already are!), and that needs to be okay. Progress, not perfection. When will I learn this?
After almost a year of my income depending on writing via my job responsibilities, I’m learning a few things about writing. But maybe one of the most valuable (read: most difficult) lessons I’ve learned and continue to learn is that inspiration is unreliable, untamed, and wild. You can’t wait for it to come. I wish I could count on it, but the truth is, it just can’t be something I rely on in order to show up and do the work. Instead, I show up and do the work and am inspired as a result. I’m a busy human, like everyone else I know. And as I do the normal things I do in my every day life, things that may actually be boring at face value, I’ll see that inspiration actually hides in those things. To be clear, the world around us is bursting with inspiration (and creativity) simply because we are created human beings living in a created world, but we’ll absolutely miss it if we’re waiting for it to smack us in the face. Inspiration reveals itself when we show up wholeheartedly in the mundane, in the everyday, in the step-by-step rhythm of life. It’s a product rather than a precursor.
Show up. Be faithful. Do the work. Even when I feel dead and dry and out of ideas. Write and create. Believe that I’m creative because I am created. Even if I don’t publish anything I write on this blog, I’m still committing to showing up to write. Only time will tell if they make it out to the big, scary internet. 😉
“Sometimes the bravest and most important thing you can do is just show up.”
P.S. One of the hardest things for me to do when I commit to writing is sitting down and doing it. One of my friends calls it “butt in chair time” (real catchy, I know…ha). Anyway, just keeping it real here and letting you know that my toddler watched Daniel Tiger while I wrote this. I said it already and I’ll say it again: progress, not perfection. 🙂