I’d intended to get fresh thoughts down this morning for my final post in this 365-consecutive-day series, but I dodged it. I dragged my feet. Procrastination, I’ve learned, is part of the process. The whole time you’re writing in your head–that’s part of the work too.
A few things I can say with certainty on the last day: I have found my way back to me. I pushed aside that paralyzing and imaginary concept of perfection. I walked through my fear back to myself.
I learned, or rather I taught myself, that the main thing is showing up. The action is everything.
I found my voice again. And my strength.
In light of all that lies ahead, for us and for our country, I can think of no better way to leave off. Strong in my sense of self. Strong voice. Ready to show up and do the work.
On Saturday, I’ll take an early train into NYC for the Women’s March.
And in a week, I’ll be back with a new post. Imagine, a whole week between posts?
(Post 365 of 365 ~ I did it!!!)