I hate your new block editor “upgrade”! It’s one reason why I post less often here, have started a blog elsewhere, and why I’ve accidentally deleted paragraphs and had to frigging copy paste my text elsewhere and re-copy it back. I still haven’t posted an entry that would have taken me 10-20 minutes, but has now taken 45 minutes because I keep inadvertently deleting a whole paragraph instead of just selected words!
Argh! If I could figure out how to go back to the other editor, I would. It’s not a complex post, and it only has one uploaded image.
Are other people having this problem? I guess I always assume it’s me, because I’m impatient with technology most of the time. But it really seems to be SO much less user friendly than the way I used to post, and choose a photos, etc.
It may be time for me to have lunch, take a break from my computer and come back to the other post I started an hour ago before I got too frustrated…
***I am working on a separate writing project. I also went back to read some January 2019 posts. My writing can often give me reminders and clues to what I need to do now. So I’m re-posting an edited blog in that spirit.**
I borrowed the above title from a line in a guided meditation. I wish I could remember which one so I can properly attribute it. It reminds me that building more space into my weekly time for reflection and writing my own work is more challenging than I thought. I am seldom the wordless person. I have lots of words. And I share them freely.
My brand new journal, given to me as a Christmas gift from my mother-in-law.
When you write “morning pages” in your journal, you are the only one who can give yourself praise for getting your work done. Social media and the clicks and likes can be an addictive little “hit” for affirmation. As a writer, I write every day no matter what. It is like oxygen for me. But I am susceptible to that buzz that comes from others receiving the work well.
I am comforted to know that there is brain chemistry and neurobiology behind this, of course. Those clicks and likes produce a little hit of dopamine in your brain, and because we are social creatures, approval is important to us at a primal level. There is nothing wrong with that. It is very natural. Please have compassion for yourself if you worry sometimes about what other people think. Being part of a tribe or pack was how the mammals of today survived.
As a person who loves words, and who loves the ease of publishing that blogs can offer, it is even harder for me to be the “wordless” person. I joke to my husband that this blog is my little soapbox, so that I can express my ideas freely without subjecting him to all of my opinions. So he is grateful that it exists. 😉
Some days, I am better off going into observer mode rather than writing publicly. It is like meditation, noticing what is going on in my body, and in my mind, while not attaching to it. Emotions come and go, as thoughts do. Ideas float through and sometimes I want to grab a pen. But I sit, and allow things to flow through. My ego-ic mind can be quite impressed with my thoughts sometimes. But my higher self, the watcher, just observes and allows. No thought is better than another, they just are.
Is it challenging to be the wordless person? Heck yeah, more than I ever realized.
The recent death aged 93 of writer Andrea Camilleri, Italian author of the Inspector Montalbano novels, prompted me to consider writers that start (not simply finish but start) writing in older age. Aside from one early (at least commercially) unsuccessful publication, Camilleri did not start writing until he was almost 70, yet went on to […]
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