May 1st
By “accident” I will participate in 31 day writing challenge.
How can something like this happen by accident?
There is this alliance/community of people, who are or are trying to become creators. Content creators. And a few days ago a girl made a post that she is starting this challenge, inviting others to join.
I sat there, reading it, thinking about it, considering. I tend to jump on things, like to support people in their endeavors, show up. Knowing the writing challenge would be beneficial to me, of course. Then I decided that I can not commit, in the life situation I am in at the moment.
A few days later, there were 4 votes on the post – and I got curious who joined. I clicked it, and there it was. Misha Pelt was one of the 4. Heh? How can that be? I am 99% sure I did not press the I am in option. What happened?
So I sat there, over the post, staring at it. And then I DID NOT write that it was a mistake. I thought, well the universe wants me to do it.
So here I am, on my first day, writing.
How I will go around, not sure … .What is the desired outcome?
There are several. The objective they have in common is to improve. My life, myself, possibly gain clarity, move with the things that occupy my head for years … .regarding the Guitar Syntax and Number Sonics. The Journey.
Break through.
Coincidentally, this day and month actually marks lots of changes.
Yesterday one of my daughters came back after 2and half months. The other did not overeat for the first time in a few weeks. In a few days we are leaving for Croatia, for the third time, to spend summer there. Work away – exchanging our energy for the possibility to stay next to the sea.
They both will start hypnotherapy to help them overcome anorexia and connected issues.
I have nearly no money, will be paid in July and August, few hundred euro. I worry of course, but we are going anyway. I believe something will happen. It always does.
And maybe, this writing challenge is going to be the knife that will curve the way forward.
There is something inside me that always finds its way to the light. Some force. Something that keeps me above the water. An outsider often wonders….
I think it maybe is a hope. But I am not sure.
So to summarize it for myself, what I will write, how I will go forward with this?
Part of this will be journaling. I know how powerful it is, but I never do it.
Part will be storytelling.
Part will be pondering about the past present and future – getting clear on lessons, falls and rises.
Part will be moving forward with my work.
And as the days will go, and if I – as I – will keep showing up in easy and hard days – there will naturally come – Empowerment .
And now the alarm announced the end. Waw.