It’s a Sunday night, and I’m sitting here on the couch feeling those familiar Sunday blues. I just stripped the bed and put the sheets in the wash so I wouldn’t get into bed yet and give up on the evening. (I’m totally serious about this. This blog was based on some cold, hard realities about how I operate.)

I was out of town this weekend for a friend’s wedding, and out of town last weekend for another friend’s bachelorette party. The time has gone really quickly since I wrote last, and I would love to use that as an excuse for why I haven’t written. But the truth is, I let the whole reason I started this thing – that continual block whenever it comes to just taking action – win again. “I don’t have anything else to share yet.” “I don’t have the time to write something catchy right now.” “It would be too dark if I were to write something right now – let’s wait to sound stronger and wittier.”  “It was a silly idea to start this in the first place.” Thankfully, I have some great people in my life who naturals at nagging and have followed up multiple times now asking me when the next post is coming. My sister reminded me I had plenty of time in the airports these last couple of weekends to write something up.

OKAY.

So, here’s the latest. On Tuesday, I start a 3-month online writing workshop that’s all about finding your voice. I stumbled across it rather randomly through a FB ad. I’d hardly like to credit Facebook’s creepy algorithm for helping me out here, but it did. The description of the course completely resonated with me, because I had gone to bed just the night before feeling overwhelmed by the question, “Why write? What am I even hoping to say?” I think a course like this, helping me to write from my heart instead of my head, is something I really need right now. Something to hurdle me over my suffocating perfectionism and into the space my words need. We’ll see where this goes!

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