I’m rethinking this blogging stuff.
Actually, what I’m really thinking about is being flexible.
And not in that “oh, you’re so flexible” yoga sort of way. Or maybe I am. Maybe the physical flexibility we look for in our asana practice is really just a way to contemplate the flexibility we need to have in our lives. The flexibility to live with change. New circumstances. Sudden hairpin curves on the road of life. You know what I mean.
And so I’m rethinking this blogging stuff.
In two weeks time I’ll begin graduate school at Sofia University. I’m chasing a master’s in transpersonal psychology. I’d thought about attending Sofia for the past few years but didn’t think I was smart enough, had enough time or enough money. And so I spent a few years twiddling my thumbs and signing up for courses that didn’t feed my heart and brain the way my heart and brain need to be fed.
Turns out I am smart enough, I can make time and graduate student loans are easy to come by.
But something will have to give. So, for now, Your Weekly Prompt is on hiatus.
Originally Your Weekly Prompt was Your Daily Prompt and my intention was to post every day – a photograph, a poem, an essay or maybe just one word. Anything that might set the creative wheel in motion for anyone who happened upon the page. As for what it might do for me, I hoped it would support my writing by encouraging discipline. And it sorta kinda did – until 2012 took a hairpin turn to the left and every thing I thought I was going to do pulled over to the shoulder of the road to accommodate everything that I did do.
If you follow Your Daily Prompt I hope you’ll follow Practically Twisted.
Practically Twisted will be pulling double duty for the time being. Keeping track of my yoga life, my writing life and my non-existent love life. Should be fun.
I loved Rachel Gardner’s blog post so much that I decided to reprint it. It first appeared here.
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 22, 2010
Yeah, you, the one sitting alone in your basement hammering out a thousand words every morning before you go to work.
And you. The one filling out your registration for a writers conference and terrified to click “send.”
And you in the back, there… frantically taking notes in the writing workshop, attempting to be invisible.
And what about you, about to sit down at your first-ever meeting with an agent, trembling with nervousness.
And you, the writer who’s signed your first publishing contract and suddenly feel the pressure of deadlines and marketing and expectations.
And you, the multi-published author, thankful for your good fortune and praying everyday the words continue to flow.
I just wanted you to know that I see you. I know you’re there. I hear what you’re saying, I feel your fears, I love your passion, I understand a lot about what drives you and what terrifies you.
And I admire you. I am so incredibly awed by your bravery. I know it takes courage to do what you’re doing. I’m impressed with your persistence, your enthusiasm, your dedication.
I know it takes sacrifice. I know you give up a lot… I know it’s a significant chunk of change to go to a conference; it’s a significant commitment of time to write books and build platforms (and read blogs).
I just want to thank you for what you’re doing. I’m so glad you get up every morning and do what you do. I’m so happy you’re up for the challenge. It’s because of you that I’ve been a reader my whole life. It’s because of you that I love books. It’s because of you that I’ve had the good fortune to work for the last fourteen years in a career I absolutely love.
You are incredible. Keep up the good work. Keep writing… so I can keep reading. And thank you.