I appreciate this entire post, but especially what you wrote about the judiciousness of what we write/share for public consumption. How odd it is that I sometimes feel like I’m…remiss (?) when I don’t share the sweetest or most painful things happening in my life, which is most of the time these days. Thank you for helping me feel less weird about this.
Thank you for taking the time to articulate this. I think what we share and don't share is just as important as what ends on the page. But I appreciate you sharing the ups and downs of making those decisions, whether a yes or no.
It has been hard to share anything in this time of loss and bitter fear. Something about this turn of our American events has made me want to shout and be mute. I've chosen public silence, as I look inward and find a desire to scream. I owe it to myself to not add to the storm outside. I paint and walk to clear my eyes of the ugliness I cannot abide.
I appreciated reading this so much. I've shifted much of my writing, and then find myself editing it back after writing to not share as much. And then i feel as if I am doing it wrong because my new self doesn't want to be nearly as open as my old self (there are so many micro ways this shows up). I sort of soothe this dialogue with a focus on "they can read your books!) But I do find that reading pieces of yours (this!) and others who are just... writers and thinkers, really does help reorient my own personal ship. Like sort of finding a home group, if you will.
My last post on Substack was back in March - and that was my only post for 2024. So needless to say I appreciated all that you shared. As someone who used to post frequently in promotion of my travel podcast, I feel almost mute now in comparison. There is so much I am not sharing, and all of it has been profound and transformative. But I AM writing. Quietly. Daily. Don't know where it's all going but I'm in a generative period that is underground. Wintering. Seeds being planted. And that's OK. I don't have to understand any of it. I just know that I am a writer, and I'm a writer who isn't very public right now. It's all too big to talk about randomly.
I appreciate this entire post, but especially what you wrote about the judiciousness of what we write/share for public consumption. How odd it is that I sometimes feel like I’m…remiss (?) when I don’t share the sweetest or most painful things happening in my life, which is most of the time these days. Thank you for helping me feel less weird about this.
We can be wise if a lil remiss in the tell-all era together 💙
Yes! 🙌🏾 Wishing you ease and joy in 2025!
Thank you for taking the time to articulate this. I think what we share and don't share is just as important as what ends on the page. But I appreciate you sharing the ups and downs of making those decisions, whether a yes or no.
It has been hard to share anything in this time of loss and bitter fear. Something about this turn of our American events has made me want to shout and be mute. I've chosen public silence, as I look inward and find a desire to scream. I owe it to myself to not add to the storm outside. I paint and walk to clear my eyes of the ugliness I cannot abide.
I appreciated reading this so much. I've shifted much of my writing, and then find myself editing it back after writing to not share as much. And then i feel as if I am doing it wrong because my new self doesn't want to be nearly as open as my old self (there are so many micro ways this shows up). I sort of soothe this dialogue with a focus on "they can read your books!) But I do find that reading pieces of yours (this!) and others who are just... writers and thinkers, really does help reorient my own personal ship. Like sort of finding a home group, if you will.
My last post on Substack was back in March - and that was my only post for 2024. So needless to say I appreciated all that you shared. As someone who used to post frequently in promotion of my travel podcast, I feel almost mute now in comparison. There is so much I am not sharing, and all of it has been profound and transformative. But I AM writing. Quietly. Daily. Don't know where it's all going but I'm in a generative period that is underground. Wintering. Seeds being planted. And that's OK. I don't have to understand any of it. I just know that I am a writer, and I'm a writer who isn't very public right now. It's all too big to talk about randomly.
Anyway - thank you!