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.