31 Days of Writing


This all began with a URL that my husband and I bought 13 years ago. It sat like a weed-laden, vacant lot…empty.

Except for once every year when we’d have to decide whether or not we’d pay to keep it for twelve more months.

Twelve times we anted up and held on to that empty lot.

I can’t tell you how much fun I’ve been having watching that plot of land take shape of something.

For 31 days, I’ve written at every sunrise. Once, I wrote from the soccer field, and twice I didn’t publish my posts. Not for any reason other than we were out of town, but I have them…in case I (or someone out there) needs them.

But, I’m lying. This actually didn’t begin with a URL. It began with a soul-igniting passion to write. I know I’m no Cheryl Strayed and I understand that writing is a craft — beautiful prose is constructed of time and talent. That’s not what this is about for me. I just like being able to turn on the faucet and let the words flow out.

While I love to listen more than anything in the world, I’ve found recently that I have a lot to say. And, when I write it all out, no one interrupts.

What do you love?
How can you do more of it?
Wouldn’t 30 days of committing to fill your days with it be a wonderful gift to give yourself?

I think so. I know so.

I am going to.

Cheers to 30 more days of daily posts.

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