Just Writing

4:45p.m. on Friday, June 22, 2007.
I see that my last post was at the beginning of May, and I am amazed at how long ago that seems. I'm working my way through Julie Morgenstern's books "Organizing from the Inside Out" and "Time Management from the Inside Out." In the latter book, she asks the question, "If there were one thing that you could add to your life to make you happier and more fulfilled, what would it be?" I don't have to think about it at all--to publish my writing. And I'm being real here, because it's not just the writing, though that's a tremendous part of it. It's working to express myself through words and making that into something that CAN be shared.

And so, I have to ask myself why it is that I don't make time for that in my life. Consistently. I see that I write when I want to bitch. As if pain and anger were things that really warrant spending the time. I feel so strongly that I have something to give, something to say. I am so tired of writing about wanting to honor that part of myself that is a writer! I shouldn't have to keep reminding myself that I feel like I will explode if I don't write....