Sunday, May 29, 2016
I feel like I'm in limbo, just waiting for the next stage of my life to start up. At least I know what direction I'm going in and there is a plan now.
I used to be so sure of myself. I wrote articles and poetry will some success. Now, I feel like I've lost both my audience and my voice. I don't know what I have to say. I don't know what I believe in and what I'm supposed to be doing with it. I am afraid of scorn as my only reception to my work. I also wonder if blogging is hubris if it is personal in nature. Yet, I find that the books that touch me the deepest are deeply personal in nature.
Once I get through all this transition, I have a memoir to write. I don't know when that will be. I know it has to be when I can write without a self-righteously angry tone anymore.
Am I no longer willing to take risk for the sake of my art? How should I be spending my energy this summer? How do I feel inspired when I am a participant, not just an observer? What role does the divine play in my life?
And finally, a quote I came across today, "Grief has no face." - Cheryl Strayed.