I’m doing something super edgy for the month of December.
I’m going to write to you every. single. day. This whole month.
Because I’ve been stalling. Shying away. Refusing the call. Rejecting my muse. And it’s making me sick.
The opposite of creation isn’t destruction, its consumption. And I am someone who becomes easily sick from too much consumption.
I feel exhausted from keeping all these unfollowed impulses inside me—I figured I might as well see what happens when I follow one instead. We can survive anything for just a month, right?
I’m giving myself a container of one month because without a vessel, there is no alchemy. I am also surrendering the outcome—if at the end of this month, I’ve lost every one of you, or I never want to wrestle my demons to write again, or I fall into a pit of shame, or my ego inflates to a maddening size, so be it—because without surrender, there is no love-making.
To deepen the container, I’ve also stepped back from my Instagram & will be fasting from unnecessary content consumption.
FULL DISCLOSURE:
I am expecting to fail at this. I am not expecting that I will actually be able to write something that feels of value every day. But success is not the point—not right now anyway.
WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT:
I honestly have no idea. I’m saddling up for a little journey with no destination in mind. I imagine there will be days of fullness, days of treading water, & days of scarcity. Sometimes a poem, sometimes a prayer, sometimes an avalanche. You are not obligated to stay with me. You can leave at anytime.
After a month, we’ll see what’s taken root, what’s flown the coop, & what other cliches I still use. In other words, it’s only a month & then I’ll likely return to a less consistent, less intrusive, less intense form of madness.
In depth we trust.