It’s a long story (that’s what happens when you haven’t posted in eleven and a half months), but I was on a 36 hour round trip adventure with my mom to Southern California and back and we needed something to listen to on the drive when we got sick of Christmas carols. I suppose I should mention that this was about a month ago. I typically listen to podcasts on long drives, but most of them are serialized (unintentional Serial pun) so it wouldn’t really be fair to my mom to make her listen.
Instead, I downloaded the audio version of an autobiography that actually happened to be almost exactly the length of our four hour drive. At one point, the author was talking about advice she received about writing when she was feeling stuck. One of the most important tips was just to put in time every day and write. No editing, no researching, no social media, just time sitting in front of the computer writing.
I stopped because I thought didn’t have time, but there are always a few minutes a day to write a few thoughts down. I stopped because I thought didn’t have anything to say, but anyone who knows me in person knows that can’t be true. I stopped writing because there are a lot of aspects of my life that aren’t appropriate to share about online, but there must still be moments of wonderful that are worth sharing.
More than anything else, I’ve realized how dangerous it is to think that my voice doesn’t matter.
So, I’m going to start writing again.