All day today, I have been pulled by the need to write. And yet, when I sit in front of my computer, nothing happens. I don’t know what I want to say, or even how to say it, or even if I should. I don’t know if it even matters. It certainly doesn’t matter to anyone, but me.
What I do know is that I need to sit still. It comes to me then. It is the quiet that carries me. And by ‘quiet’, I don’t mean the absence of sound or noise. But a silence inside me that builds space between my thoughts.
I need to finish what I started. To not get distracted by comfort or discomfort. I know I need to use my words to dig out my story. To document the reel playing in my mind while it’s still on.