Summer is definitely over, and fall has come at last. And at last I am moving on, too. I feel it inside, but the evidence is real this morning, as I move automatically into cleaning my desk, preparing for writing projects. Tip: when you are stuck, in writing and in life, clean the most important things to you. (I mean close to your heart. A bathroom is most important to all of us, but I’m speaking of heart here. )
I found treasures on my desk. Scraps of paper with possible book titles– cool, creativity sparks! Piece of information I was supposed to act on a long time ago. But the world didn’t end, and I’ll give it another go. Another opportunity!
And then there is this, buried beneath papers that I can throw away, a familiar quote jotted on yellow lined paper, so long ago the paper is rumpled:
“If one sets aside time for a business appointment, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement, or a shopping expedition, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says: ‘I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone,’ one is considered rude, egotistical or strange. What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it–like a secret vice!” ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea.
I’m taping that quote on my bathroom mirror, where I can see it daily.
Make it a great day, friends!