I had a dream in which a writer being interviewed on the radio said this: “For a writer, no matter how hard it gets, you are always getting in touch with your soul and getting to know yourself better.”
In the dream this made me cry. I could not stop crying. I kept telling myself to pull it together, that I was being ridiculous, and someone might see me (so?).
The truth is, I have been struggling with my writing for years now. I wrote two novels that never worked out. I’ve thrown in the towel more times than I can count. Then I’d start again. Then I’d quit. Start. Quit. Start. Quit.
It’s exhausting to quit and start and quit and start.
After I had this dream I wrote this in my journal:
Be kelp. Kelp is rooted, but it sways with the current. And should it become uprooted and set adrift or washed ashore, it is still kelp. It never questions its kelpness, and neither should you.
The message: I will, as kelp does, get uprooted and set adrift or washed ashore. It doesn’t matter. I am still a writer.
Be Kelp.