When I open my heart and mind, especially to the right person, in comes love. Not only is this another aside from my #journeytopublish posts, it’s a Saturday post, which is a first. I was catching up with my middle son, Scott, on the phone yesterday. One more digression, please forgive me, but for those of you with young children, wonderful and cute as they are, wait until they are older and you are having adult conversations with the people you care most about in the world. Their opinions, thoughts, considerations, concerns, new and old ideas – I can barely express how spectacular a feeling this is. Anyway, during our discussion, Scott asks about my blog.
“What happened?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“You aren’t writing as often.”
“Oh, yes. I decided to write twice a week instead of five times a week.”
“I didn’t feel I had something important to report daily.”
“It doesn’t have to be an important or spectacular piece of writing each time, Mom. Write your thoughts, what’s going on that day, an opinion. I looked forward to reading them.”
He’s the best. He told me it was a welcomed break from reading The Economist and Bloomberg. He was missing the opportunity to connect with me and chill. This is the same kid that helped me finish my book. When I got stuck and stopped writing he told me: Just write. Don’t edit. Get it out, save the critiquing for later. And it worked. I stopped judging what I wrote, which opened me up to more freely express myself.
So, I am considering writing more than twice a week, but less than five, unless I want to. Like yoga and life, it’s about locating a balance that’s healthy for me. And by the way, thanks Scott.