I read today’s prompt, and realized that I was already doing it before I even knew:
Today’s prompt: “What is one thing you can do to take care of yourself today? Write it down and make it happen.”
And honestly, that thing for me was writing a poem.
You all probably think I’ve been writing poetry this whole time, when honestly, I haven’t written a poem for ME in a while. Meaning, I’ve probably written poems for assignments, events, etc. but sitting down and writing one for myself? It’s been months. And I always feel this sense of fear when I think about it…like I’ve lost touch with that side of me, and I no longer have the gift anymore.
The mind can really trick you into thinking some crazy things. Because just before I started writing this blog post, I took a crack at writing a poem, and lo and behold, I can still write one! It may not be done, and who knows if it will be (because that’s another fear of mine, is finishing a poem…don’t ask me why) So what was I so afraid of? What am I afraid of now?
I think I’m at that point when I just have to sit and do the damn thing. The second month of this year is about over, and I can’t believe I’ve barely scratched the surface in regards to anything poetic. I had plans and ideas, and things happened, and here I am.
So, I know what I need to do to take care of myself: I need to write. And while I’m making it happen here, I’m gonna be making it happen for myself, on paper, more often…poetically. Less for the public and more for the personal (but also, some for the public too because I do miss sharing).