Remembering to Breathe
At dinner tonight, my partner and I began listing all of the grown up things we have yet to figure out in our lives. Doctoral programs, writing projects, where to live, acupuncture schools, life insurance, new car tires, taxes and absent 401k accounts littered our page of things we had no answer to yet. We looked at each other, as if to say, we will never get there. As we listed all of the things to be scared of in the future, our faces began to frown, our chests tightened and we felt discouraged, even ashamed that at 33 and 35, we didn't have it all figured out yet. I talked about how I felt disconnected from my creative self. I am a poet and haven't written a new piece in a few months. I was fortunate to have my book, "Border Theory," published by Black Coffee Press in 2011 but I haven't found the thread or creative push to create another complete project. I feel stuck and overwhelmed by all of the unfinished business I have yet to complete or conquer....