Sleep heals. Sleep relaxes. Sleep divine.
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I got some sleep last night!! Yahay! Ok, yes, it was to the detriment of my partner – but he only got up twice, so it wasn’t so bad! The pup may just be getting better… or it was my smelly socks I left in his basked for him… so he could have my smell with him, and know he wasn’t all alone… but… WE SLEPT!!! Yahay!!! Puppy school must have tired him out!!! Can’t wait for next week!
A memoir that came out during the course, one I can’t seem to get out of my head, written by Emma ~
Wanted: Warm place to park slippers
I did a writing course recently – my third one in 2 months. I’ll explain that another day… or perhaps you’ll understand why I just had to do all 3 in one go… And in this third course, offered by Anne Schuster, she spoke about 6 word memoirs. Basically, you need to sum up yourself, or parts of yourself etc, in 6 words. The one I guess, that sums up a lot of reasons why people don’t just do things is around fear.
Fear of rejection. Holds us back.
I know that this is something that has stopped me from writing more than I do. I’ve had a book under my bed for years, where every now and again, when I’m really stressed out and my life seems to be losing me, I pull it out, dust it off and write. Sometimes its a conversation I have with myself, sometimes its a diary entry, but mostly its about where I am right here and now. Who I am today, and what’s going on around me. It gives me the space and time to breathe. It allows me to reflect back. And it allows me to be grateful for all that I have and all that I am.
I have always been afraid by what other people might think about my writing. About me. A place in time is fictional, but based on experiences that I can draw from in real life. And I allowed my partner to read them. He never judged. He accepted that as part of my truth. Part of who I am. Through my writing he will understand me in a way he never has before. He will get to know things that would normally be hidden behind the screen of “Things people [read I] don’t really talk about”. He will get to know my past as something real. As something lived. And that is a very scary thought for me.
But I feel that I want to share my life, my learnings. Those that know me well may come and visit from time to time and be surprised. I’ve never really been one to discuss my emotions, and yet here I am for the world to see. But like with sky diving, rap jumping, abseiling or any other extreme sport, sometimes you just have to jump.
Jump back. Jump forth. Just jump.
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