Detox Day 20- Meditation Interrupted

Another pretty great day 🎉

Motrin & Tylenol a couple hours after waking up and again before bed.

I was thinking of the times, not long ago that many days getting to my meds was the reason to get out of bed in the morning (I’d wake up so sore!) It’s been nice to not even need them right away.

It was a relaxing day spent recovering from my niece’s grad party yesterday. I took my normal slow hour long walk, but that was the most I exerted myself today.

I’ve been spending 20-30 minutes grounding (aka stretching, yoga poses, dancing & hugging trees- all in my bare feet) outside.

I’ve still been a little reluctant to go outside lately. I was super tired today and wanted to float on the pool while meditating and/or napping.

It didn’t start out well- and didn’t end well. I had a hard time blowing up the floaty- the pump and plug weren’t cooperating with my fingers- but I finally got it.

It was so hot, and I was dozing on and off listening to Wayne Dyer’s “I Am” meditation, when something made me look into the water.

I’ll just attach the text I sent after promptly exiting the pool:

Hubby wasn’t home so I was grateful my son offered to get it out without having to ask- poor mouse 🥹

I was done in there for the day, or maybe the week. I hate accidental animal deaths, no matter how tiny.

Afterwards, I tried to nap, grounded, made dinner & then watched tv with the fam.

It’s almost 9:00 & I’m ready to fall out!

I’m really ecstatic to be down to twice a day NSAIDs for 2 days in a row 🙌🏻

Looking forward to seeing what tomorrow brings ❤️

Unblocked and Writing Again

Day #1067

Last week I found my writing pen! I’ve been blocked for several months and haven’t had any good writing sessions since school started. I’ve tried to write, but it hasn’t felt right and no matter what I did book #3 has been plagued with plot holes and changes. This has been much different than books 1 & 2 where my ideas flowed freely.

I started writing my story, Nova, in 2015, but it was a slow go and I can count the number of times I actually sat down and wrote on one hand. I had a short story published in spring of 2020 (in a book of short stories) and that gave me the motivation and drive I needed to get back to my story. And I did.

The summer of 2020 was empty, sad and magical. I remember one scorching day in July. I was out feeling the water in our pool. The kids were all inside on video games, where they’d been the entire summer, it seemed. Normally, our summer would be filled with scout trips, camping and other activities- but everything was cancelled and we were home for months. I felt so, incredibly sad out there alone on that hot day. I listened to the neighborhood and noted the empty silence. Normally, in July, our street was filled with the sounds of kids– or summer. I think I finally heard a lawn mower in the distance, and that helped me feel more normal, but I’ll never forget that moment and the emptiness that accompanied it.

The entire summer was spent home, and I wrote my story nearly every single day, sometimes up to 8-10 hours. My intuition helped me greatly and continues to help me create this enormous project. I learned to majorly trust my gut, which says this will not be one novel– but a trilogy.

At first it was overwhelming, three novels? I’ve never even written one. But I knew the story, like the back of my hand, and how I wanted to tell it. The first book takes place chronologically after the second one. I don’t know why it has to be told like this, I just know it does, and everytime doubt crosses my mind, I choose to trust.

I finished the bare bones of books 1 and 2 in summer of 2020. It was pure magic. Hours would fly by while I wrote and many times the things that the main characters were going through, would happen to me in real life. It was odd, but kind of awesome. Although, as I write book 3 and writing the biggest climax of the book, I’m worried that some of it will happen. Maybe that’s why I’m blocked- who knows.

Back to my writing pen, which I picked up sometime last week. My third book, Supernova, is finally flowing again! I had two different plots written out and couldn’t decide. A third story line came out of nowhere and I think I’ll be able to use it and have decided which plot to connect it to. I liked both of them, and couldn’t choose, but it looks like only one will work with this new story line, so hopefully I can keep moving this forward.

I used to be determined to get this trilogy published, no matter what, because (as I would always say), I didn’t want my music to die inside me (a Wayne Dyer quote). I feel differently two years later. I’d love to finish this project, but there’s no deadline. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life working on the bare bones of this story, but who cares? It makes me happy to write it, so I’m just gonna keep writing and hoping that I can continue to access the amazing ideas that my soul comes up with ❤