Lately, I have been thinking about how I handle stress, disappointment and life's surprises-of which I have had many. Grit? It is always a question as to how much I have. It seems that I have more when I have accessed my resources and supports than when my reserves for "curve balls" has been depleted by lack of self-attention. It has long been my contention that not only do the daily habits of a spiritual being like praying, meditating and engaging in kindnesses support each soul, but for me, creative pursuits contribute greatly to my well-being. That is why I write. It sounds corny, but it feeds my soul.
Writing for the purpose of posting to my blog has become a habit. The hard part is working on other writing projects that require long term effort, persistence and facing the fact that I don't always know what I am doing as I tread on new territory. My motivation for my current project is to honor a strong woman who became my dear friend, an unlikely pairing. Part of what thwarts me is the fear that my words will not do her justice. Part of my fear is that my memory of her remains unclear, foggy. When I think of this project there is a mix of excitement, apprehension and pure fear. It is easier to think plenty about this project than to plunge ahead and give it a go. I am hopeful that with all my supports at the ready and by creating a plan for persistent effort, I will find my way through the brambles.
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