Feelings are much like waves, we can’t stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf. ~Jonatan Mårtensson
Today, I woke up knowing exactly what I wanted to write about. I had an idea in my head, yet I couldn’t get to a point where I could articulate what I wanted to say.
I struggled with another idea. I wrote, scribbled out what I had written and then wrote again.
I walked away from my writing, thinking a break would help develop an idea.
I went to spin class and got caught up in the music and movement. I ran into a friend after class and chatted with her for a good 20 minutes. I had energy and ideas percolating but as I was driving home, I still could not expand on one idea for my writing.
My head was beginning to pound and I was becoming frustrated; I have a writing deadline that I set for myself and the deadline was creeping upon me, and I wasn’t even close to having something coherent together. I hated feeling this way.
The shower is my refuge. When I step into the shower, ideas come to fruition. I’ve often thought about installing a whiteboard or something on the shower wall, so I can jot down ideas, but today, I didn’t have any thoughts or revelations.
I sat down and started again. Nothing.
I closed my eyes for a moment; a comment my husband had made the night before came to mind. It wasn’t a positive comment and it wasn’t a negative comment, it was just an observation, nothing more, nothing less.
I pondered over what my husband had said. His observation was a good one; it provided some insight; however, my Inner Critic had allowed those words to affect how I felt about my writing.
I put my pen down. It was okay to wait for the right wave to come before picking up my pen and writing again. Today will just be a beach day.