Epiphanies come to me slowly, in the quiet space between, when I have shut down all excess and choose to be.
I’ve called myself a writer and a poet for a long time now. Well, long in terms of how the internet measures time which means I have probably lost all relevance whatsoever. But I really don’t care. I’m writing my stories and poetry anyway.
The internet likes big victories, big announcements, big anything really, but I’ve grown tired of this constant waiting for that one BIG break to come. I’ve spent too much time on the merry-go-round of I’ll be successful, happy, excited, when… that I have forgotten all those small things that led me to where I am as a writer, a poet. The right now sort of things that sneak past us when we don’t look for them because we have our eyes fixed on a nebulous horizon.
In truth, I want to dance like the happy hippos from Fantasia about my small everyday things rather than some “maybe it might happen…” down the road.
- Not killing the petunias in my fancy planters…my home is usually where all plants die except for weeds. And a few rogue sage and oregano plants.
- Finishing two books on my 11 Read My Shelves Challenge despite one being so utterly dull I almost gave up…and didn’t.
- Writing each day even after receiving all those lovely form rejections…rejection comes with the writing life. Not especially my favorite part, but it makes the excitement of publication even sweeter.
- Asking myself–what have I done to make my writing a priority today? Then, I do something about it.
- Learning to place the those little voices of doubt on the shelf and just write.
- Totally beasting my To-Do list each day and holding myself to daily word counts.
- Allowing grace when I don’t check off everything on the To-Do list. Life happens. It will be okay.
- Being brave and submitting my writing for publication. My natural response is to horde my words, to hide behind my computer screen and just play at being a writer. No more.
- Showing up to writing class with pieces that I’m genuinely proud to say I wrote all those words, string images together like beads.
- Showing up to writing class with something less than amazing and still being brave enough to read it. Time spent writing isn’t wasted just not always worth pursuing further.
- Remembering to eat all of my meals. You would think this would go without saying, but sometimes, I forget that I need to take care of myself too.
- Practicing radical self-care. Write, Read, Eat, Cook. Living well despite life’s shit factory.
- Ditching the drama making machine and all those who contribute. If you’re all into drama and being a royal bitch, consider this an eviction notice from my life. I have too much good, too much to do, too much to write to be bothered with petty people.
- Not ending my list on a 13 because I’m still a writer who is slightly superstitious and doesn’t want to anger the fates. Or it could simply be my OCD acting up because I have an affinity for even numbers. I really don’t know…
What small victories are you celebrating today? Share in the comments.