Day #63 of #100DayofLettingGoofPastShite

This is me beginning to Let go of the idea that my words are worthless

I asked myself in my journal, “What if you stopped asking/telling the story about how your words are worthless?” As my recent writing Substack guru Dan “the Man” Blank asks, how do you find yourself confused why no one knows you are a writer if you have never said “I’m a Writer”?

This coincided with a permission I had just given myself the page prior to start roaring. And yes, people can and will act stupidly in response to what you say. There are triggers like personal mine fields everywhere in the world. More of them will find your words matter to them. Write for them.

Somehow, I knew my words weren’t worthless. Witness the massive number of journals I have. The efforts I’ve made to save my blog.

And then today, a fellow journaler said she was gearing up to burn some journals. She explained her reasons and I admitted that, for her, that actually sounded like an incredibly empowering act of kindness to herself, if all they contained were pain and grief, then yes! I however do not feel the same about my 40 plus years of journals. Until I do.

For over a year now, I have planned a big migration of all my journals to under the table at the end of my craftroom (just a hollow core door on hinges btw). I believe in gathering wisdom lessons. I thought to take a peak back at my life for the purposes of culling my lessons and writing a book, inspired by Matthew McConaughey’s recent worldwide webinar and the book that he ended up wanting to hawk afterwards.

I knew he had revisited his life through his journals, taken all of his lessons, and had made sense of them in his way. Isn’t that what everyone really does? The author says, these were my thoughts and decisions, how I made them and why, and these were my takeaways. Elizabet Gilbert’s Big Magic book was one good one for me. The New York Times bestseller list is comprised of these. This is how I will begin.

Truth told, this journal moving intention was one of the sparks for my 100 Days of Letting Go of Past Shite Project. I’ve been putting off cleaning and the gathering of my journals because I feel it’s just as symbolic as my friend’s journal burning for the Scorpio season kick off.

Let yourself Burn and let yourself rise again from the ashes.

I keep thinking I’ve yet to Burn as Brightly as I have the potential to. But you may know this.

Let me know what this story means to you. What inkling of efforts have you had that you know are pointing to where you need to go?

And what perfectly responsible reasonable sounding excuse are you telling yourself?