Dawning

A few weeks ago, I began a writing group on Facebook (pardon me, an “accountability” writing group) with the intention that it be a space for motivation, inspiration, and getting stuff done! I hoped to create a sense of community, with writers feeling supported and loved through their processes. 

But it seems it’s failing. 

Miserably. 

Why the word “accountability” puts the fear of God in some creatives is beyond me. Or maybe I’m projecting. Perhaps I suck at leading a group. Perhaps it’s not time. Perhaps I should abandon the idea. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps….

Writing has been a very long and lonely journey for me.  I have not amassed thousands of followers on any of my blogs, care little if my pieces are well-liked, and do not write for the world. I think a small part of me is actually relieved that I don’t have any standards adrift in the minds of others that I have to live up to. 

Well, maybe I do on Facebook. My writing is uber-raw and transparent there. 

Do I write often? Yes. Do I write to get better? Yes. Do I write with the intent of manifesting a new lifestyle? Maybe. 

I’ve come to realize that teams consist of bench players, game players, coaches, and opponents. And, as a writer, mastering all positions is key, because each energy exists within me. 

Your game. 

Your rules. 

Your time. 

I’ve never posted this sort of content on this blog before.  Its primary theme has been spiritual poetry that I’d rather call “pieces,” devoid of any plain-old-ordinary humanness. Well, today is a whole new day.  

And I’m letting it be led 

by my soul.