This season, don’t force the page.
Go and live.
Eat too much. Laugh loudly. Sit in silence.
Notice who you are when you’re not trying to produce anything.
Let the world write on you for a while.
Stories are gathering in long walks, awkward conversations, late nights, early mornings,
in grief, in joy, in ordinary moments that don’t announce themselves.
There is no deadline here.
No guilt for resting.
No pressure to perform.
When the noise settles and the focus returns,
when the words start knocking again, come back.
FLUX will be here.
The page will be ready.
And you’ll be fuller than when you left.
Merry Christmas. Live first. Write true; when ready.
What is a Xmas tradition you do to have fun?