I have about six writing pieces in progress right now and opened my computer this morning to polish and finish at least one of them.
They all felt so depressing that I closed my laptop and started eating.
Then I remembered that binge-y eating is something I do when I am in avoidance mode. So I shoved the rest of that delicious, fluffy, dripping-in-butter-and-syrup pancake into my mouth (because why waste it) and sat back down to write.
Those six pieces are good, or at least they have goodish potential, and someday you’ll get to read them if they ever get completed.
But they’re yet unfinished because my thoughts and feelings surrounding them are unfinished. I haven’t found clarity and resolution in those places yet. And that’s okay.
I think the more we allow ourselves to accept the feeling of discomfort, the more we open ourselves up to learn and evolve.
There’s a lot of heaviness in our lives and in the news, especially today. Are we willing to sit with it, examine it (and ourselves), and patiently let it shape us into better, more compassionate, and more empathetic souls who can make a greater impact for good? Are we willing to put words to our heartache, confusion, and longing?
Yes… AND… I think I need more pancakes.
Here’s to discomfort. Let it gently shape us into the lovely creatures we are intended to become.
HP, J 
