I remember last week, reading some damn good blogs and thinking, I want to write like that again.
I whispered it. It was supposed to be a secret. Not a proclamation.
But the universe is always listening.
And so it was no surprise to me that all this week, big spaces of time have opened up for me.
At first, I filled the space with panic—where were all of my clients? Wasn’t January historically my biggest $$ month of the year?
Then I filled it with jamoca almond fudge ice cream.
Today, it finally dawned on me that this is an opportunity to write. To meet myself in that sacred quiet space where my fingers just follow a bigger energy.
Where I don’t think, I just write.
Where I don’t edit, I just write.
Where, when I’m done, I feel as if I have just savored a most delicious meal.