I am quietly sinking in, slowing down. I make a list of six things to do with my time, and it takes all day. I snooze, I flop, I make endless trips to the bathroom, but my days are full. I’m stretching into a new shape. I’m getting things done.
One idea I had about maternity leave was that I must write. Everyday. But what does that mean?
It’s not hard to get out a notebook and scribble three pages each morning. It’s not hard to find things to blog about, either. But I want productive writing. I want to grow a writing career alongside growing myself, and the brand new person I haven’t met yet. What does that look like?
How do I start?