Postcard 053 - Reclamation
Here I am again, writing.
I’ve spent most of today writing.
In fact, I’ve spent most of this month and last month writing. And re-writing. Reports. Templates. Trainings. Summaries. Stories. Messages.
In January, I wrapped up a client project that involved a lot of writing. Now I’m in the throws of remixing/updating my Reforge course which involves so. much. writing. (The original course clocks in just shy of 275,000 words, and almost 5 years after launch, I have so much more to say. But, good writing is good editing. So hopefully it’s shorter, not longer.)
It’s been a long time since the last postcard (not that anyone is keeping track) and so much has happened. In the world. For me. Probably for you.
But I’m back to writing, in the same way I’m back home. On the way back to being myself.
My best friend says that “writing is thinking,” and it’s one of the many shared beliefs that we have.
In this season of healing I’ve written so much. Personally and professionally.
I’ve been writing about the same things over and over, telling and retelling them to people. Each time I write, it feels different. I’m different. The story changes in the same way my perspective does.
Writing is indeed thinking.
Processing. Questioning. Revisiting and reclaiming.
There’s no place I’d rather be doing this writing from than my home. Waking up to these mountains, when they’re not hiding, is a regular gift.
Another gift is the many of you who have reached out and checked in. I imagine the walls of text that came in response to your short questions were a surprise, but no one has let me know.
You all have welcomed my writing. And through all of that writing, I’ve been able hear myself think more clearly. In the telling and retelling, I’ve found my voice again.
It’s good to be home.