The fire in me, thoughts on writing

 Yesterday I spent a big part of the afternoon editing a small project that I've wanted to publish for... maybe 20 years. I never thought the idea was good enough. Or better: I never thought I did the idea justice.  

   

 But now I've made it through a really hard year, I feel like I need to do something for the Sylvia who was lost in a haze of fear and overactive painkillers.  

   

 The Sylvia who lost touch with herself, with her creative self.  

   

 That project is about keeping a journal of the joyful things you encounter, and why you should do it.  

   

 It's something I'm passionate about, both journaling and the quest for joy.  

   

 Somewhere along the way I forgot it.  

   

 In a way I'm grateful that I'm reminded that my little project may be needed. Not only for the Sylvia I was a year ago, but maybe for people who are where I am right now.  

   

 Someday soon, I will announce the project, and write about it here.  

   

 And when I do, I hope you realise it is a big deal.  

   

 I hope I realise it.