snail’s pace
It reminds me of writing and how I wake up week after week and get stuck on the blank page again and again. How I always despair that I have no more good ideas and, even if I did, not enough eloquence to convey said ideas. But I love it still. I love how writing brings everything to the surface, how it generates and absorbs my attention. How it
... See morein praise of slowing down
Clare Bowditch - Your Own Kind of Girl
(page 216)
I made my way through that most tender of years. The voice of grace reminded me that I didn't need to have it all worked out.
I didn't have to be living some amazing life just yet. All I needed to do for now was start, and I had done that, by following my instincts and doing the things I love.
Clare Bowditch - Your Own Kind of Girl
(page 186-187)
... See moreI don't know how many times I told Ron that with a brain like mine perhaps I would never get to live out my Jeff Buckley dream. Even the thought of standing on stage made my cheeks go pink and my hands start shaking.
What if I just started smaller? suggested Ron.
What if I just started with
heal. Previously, I used to wake up and monitor how I felt and spend all day trying to do something about it. I finally accepted that when I woke, I would feel tired and anxious, my mind would probably race and that I would feel odd and detached for most of the day. I would not ignore it or pretend to like it, but for once I was not going to try
... See morePaul David • At Last A Life
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