I never find "reminiscing" all that productive. For one thing, the past is–– gone! And reminiscing can be colored over by intent! This morning, I began an explorative journey into some intensely formative experiences in order to...
You know how, as creative women, we come to the end of our careers, hopeful and yet a little scared as we move on into retirement? It's a lot, all at once; a ton of paperwork, insurance boogers, and the Tasmanian Moneyplanning-Devil. Beneath the now-different To-Do lists the desire to finally sit down to write sits there, gasping for breath.
Then life starts making other plans for your time. Those juices get sticky as a grandchild's little hands. Fear slips in, and when you finally do grab a few minutes to write, it feels like there is a wall between you and what is wanting to be born into the world. How do I know this? I had that same desire and urgent calling to write, too. I had no idea how to begin or what to do, and I could find no help for a recently-retired lady who wanted to write!
I ONLY KNOW THIS:
"This is a new chapter, not the end of my story, and there are other women just like me; women with juicy gifts to discover and a story to tell." Let’s begin!