Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are. ~Chinese Proverb
Hmm. I think I should be moved, already. I’m not, and it’s crazy-making!
Despite that, I went for a walk yesterday before the warm temperatures blew away on the increasing winds. Most of the path was either ice-shrouded and treacherous or thick, sucking mud that I dared not stand still in for fear of losing a boot. Despite how it may sound, it was perfect. Few people were about, thanks to the conditions of the trail, and those that were, like me, were looking for quiet and solitude. The sun was still shining, and I stopped by the fallen tree where I like to rest. Its bark is long-since gone, and the wood is smooth and weathered a lovely silver. It spans the trail between hip and chest height, so it’s a perfect bench, or better yet, a horse-seat where my feet dangle above the path and my black-coated back warms from the sun. I sat there a long while, enjoying the promise of spring, the quiet, and the slowing of my pulse as contentment found me once again.
I am still not moved. But I am relaxed, content once more to be merely on the cusp of a (big, honky, hairy, life-changing) move.
By the same token, I am not an experienced or established author. I often wish I were, think I should be doing more, doing better, all the time. It’s easy to forget to enjoy the process of becoming. Progress happens at its own speed. Practice each day, and you will improve. Maybe not as fast as you’d like, but if you’re like me, you want to be the best…as of yesterday.
Relax. Like me, you’re getting better. As practicing writers, it’s who we are, after all. Now go enjoy some writing And try not to fall into one of the boxes.