It’s been a little over a month since The Remembering Room exhibit closed, and I’ve spent that time reflecting, writing, carrying my son close, wandering the woods and the mountains, and reminding myself that it’s time to move forward. It’s time to seek joy. It’s time to unfurl, renewed.
Here’s what I know.
Joy doesn’t come naturally to us all. It feels like a nebulous term most of the time. But when joy comes, it comes in little pieces, and those pieces are dense enough to…
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I’ve been struggling lately. There, I said it. And it isn’t easy to write those words down. You don’t know it, but so many moments have passed between that last sentence and this one—so many moments during which I spent grappling with an insecurity that says I should delete what I’ve started here; an insecurity that tells me there’s no real good reason to share the things I’m about to say; an insecurity that feels like a cement brick being balanced on the top of my head; an insecurity that makes my knees want to give out.
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Thoughts on cycles rather than resolutions, solitude, and the art of reflection, + tips for how to be effective and smash your writing goals.
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