“…if I’m not writing, I’m not well. If I’m not writing, the world around me is slowly leached of its color. my senses are dulled. I am crabby with my husband, short-tempered with my kid, and more inclined to see small things wrong with my house (the crack in the ceiling, the smudge prints along the staircase wall) than look out the window at the blazing maple tree, the family of geese making its way across the driveway. If I’m not writing, my heart hardens, rather than lifts.” – Dani Shpiro, Still Writing
“…life is better when you possess a sustaining practice that holds your desire, demands your attention, and requires effort..” – Malamud Smith
Over the past three years, since committing to traveling a journey of intentional self growth, it’s been a constant process of sorting through what’s essential and what’s not.
By essential I mean, the things that I value and cherish most. They are the areas of my life that bring about my true self. It’s a process of saying ‘no’ to the things that don’t fall into these areas and saying ‘yes’ to the things that do.
But now that I’ve traveled a great distance and able to surface my priorities and passions at this stage of my life, I’ve approached yet another quest this journey is asking for.