I’ve been writing every day for a month now (A MONTH!) and it’s gotten so I look forward to waking up and pulling my laptop over to me so I can start. Even on days (like today) where I don’t know what to say or where to start. Even on days like today when I’m pretty sure it’s all going to be horrible and I’m a little freaked out about it. Even on a day like today I wake up and I feel …I feel excited.
It’s Pavlovian. It’s Saturnian.
It’s a relief, is what it is. I started the Daily Dose as a remedial measure for my sad little Mars, and I didn’t think very much about it at the time, I just woke up one morning and thought I’ll write a blog post instead of writing in my journal. But now it’s got a life of it’s own. Am I writing it or is it writing me?
In The Power to Create Caroline Myss says the Gods rarely appear as visions of Mary in blue. However, she insists that the Gods actually are constantly talking to us. They show up as the voice in our head telling us to mail a letter before the evening post, or to clean out that closet in the hallway. She says the Gods really are in the details. She’s adamant that nothing happens without hard work and diligence and rigorous attention to what needs doing EVERY DAY.
I was amused to read the reviews for the audiobook on Amazon. Apparently people find her “verbally abusive,” “condescending,” and “insulting.” Who knew? I find her hilarious. I’m perfectly well aware that I don’t possess a fraction of the discipline she does to do things I don’t want to do. But I can do this. I can write every day. I don’t have to like it every day. I’m not liking it very much right now. But I’m doing it.
You have to start somewhere.