Enjoy life in every way you can
Hi Pagecord!
Today has been a non-day, lots of rest and sleep. Even though Monday is my day off, I generally like to work on scheduling out the week ahead and working on projects if I can squeeze some productive time in, but today has not been that type of day.
Both my husband and I have been feeling pretty sick. I've been sick since last week, the day before my birthday, and looks like my partner has picked up some version of it, too. Body aches, congestion, mucus, low-grade fever, unexplainable fatigue.
I still want to continue my daily blogging streak, but days like this really make me wonder if I prefer lessening the blogging commitments. Maybe even taking off Mondays and doing 6 days a week of blogging, to give myself a full guilt-free day where I *don't* have to achieve something 'productive'.
Again, this daily blogging challenge is self-imposed and I feel like sometimes I am just rambling. But there is pride in fulfilling the daily blog, even if it's just to mark that I existed today and I kept going. It feels grounding, like an anchor to this Earth, to write and publish. Even if it is to the void.
This practice allows part of me to express without asking it to produce or achieve anything externally. It's an act of self-love, dedicating time to carve out words that act as a pressure valve. Releasing the steam and letting the inner fire cool. This is meditative in that way, ensuring I don't bottle up too much inside and let the emotions move energetically.
I'm sure someone could point to my blogs and dismiss or judge it for being 'pointless' or a 'waste of time', but if you enjoy something and get something out of it, even if minimal, is it really a waste of time? Maybe it's my equivalent to smoking cigarettes (which I vowed to never do, not even once, as a promise to my dad -- his dad died of lung cancer when he was only 10 due to chain-smoking cigarettes).
Let me have my smoke break in peace, yeah?
See -- even coming to that realization through the process of writing feels profound. Reaching a conclusion and drawing new bridges that highlight its importance... a writer, an artist listens and waits patiently for those connections to be revealed to them. It seems silly to me to not practice every single day, because if you're not, then you're missing valuable insights that deepen your craft. I want this craft to be my life, though I haven't figured out how monetarily/career-wise, so for now, I practice until I can't.
Taking a day off per week to not daily blog might be nice but... what am I going to do anyways? Likely wish that I wrote, even if it was a little bit, even if it was non-sensical, even if it was ultimately insignificant.
But gosh do I love writing, daily blogging, and just the freedom to write without consequence.
It's like wind underneath my wings. In another life, I would like to be a bird, taking flight as normal as drawing breath.
Enjoy life in every way you can.
Thanks for being here.
Sincerely,
Nadine ♥
Today has been a non-day, lots of rest and sleep. Even though Monday is my day off, I generally like to work on scheduling out the week ahead and working on projects if I can squeeze some productive time in, but today has not been that type of day.
Both my husband and I have been feeling pretty sick. I've been sick since last week, the day before my birthday, and looks like my partner has picked up some version of it, too. Body aches, congestion, mucus, low-grade fever, unexplainable fatigue.
I still want to continue my daily blogging streak, but days like this really make me wonder if I prefer lessening the blogging commitments. Maybe even taking off Mondays and doing 6 days a week of blogging, to give myself a full guilt-free day where I *don't* have to achieve something 'productive'.
Again, this daily blogging challenge is self-imposed and I feel like sometimes I am just rambling. But there is pride in fulfilling the daily blog, even if it's just to mark that I existed today and I kept going. It feels grounding, like an anchor to this Earth, to write and publish. Even if it is to the void.
This practice allows part of me to express without asking it to produce or achieve anything externally. It's an act of self-love, dedicating time to carve out words that act as a pressure valve. Releasing the steam and letting the inner fire cool. This is meditative in that way, ensuring I don't bottle up too much inside and let the emotions move energetically.
I'm sure someone could point to my blogs and dismiss or judge it for being 'pointless' or a 'waste of time', but if you enjoy something and get something out of it, even if minimal, is it really a waste of time? Maybe it's my equivalent to smoking cigarettes (which I vowed to never do, not even once, as a promise to my dad -- his dad died of lung cancer when he was only 10 due to chain-smoking cigarettes).
Let me have my smoke break in peace, yeah?
See -- even coming to that realization through the process of writing feels profound. Reaching a conclusion and drawing new bridges that highlight its importance... a writer, an artist listens and waits patiently for those connections to be revealed to them. It seems silly to me to not practice every single day, because if you're not, then you're missing valuable insights that deepen your craft. I want this craft to be my life, though I haven't figured out how monetarily/career-wise, so for now, I practice until I can't.
Taking a day off per week to not daily blog might be nice but... what am I going to do anyways? Likely wish that I wrote, even if it was a little bit, even if it was non-sensical, even if it was ultimately insignificant.
But gosh do I love writing, daily blogging, and just the freedom to write without consequence.
It's like wind underneath my wings. In another life, I would like to be a bird, taking flight as normal as drawing breath.
Enjoy life in every way you can.
Thanks for being here.
Sincerely,
Nadine ♥