I had to give myself a variation of this advice today, writing a Substack post about my one year anniversary of almost dying. (Finishing tomorrow, cuz, yes, I’m tired.) For this medium, it’s better to offer presence to the pain of being alive than waiting for some ideal day when the words can flow more perfectly. Hell yes to your own tired words here.
“…these signal flares we’re leaving along the road for each other not so much to light the way as to say, “Hiya, this is how I see it from over here…” — no better description of what we’re doing out here in Substackland. Carry on…
We’ll take any words you want to toss our way JB. Hot, cold I’d even take lukewarm from yr brain.
What she said!
I had to give myself a variation of this advice today, writing a Substack post about my one year anniversary of almost dying. (Finishing tomorrow, cuz, yes, I’m tired.) For this medium, it’s better to offer presence to the pain of being alive than waiting for some ideal day when the words can flow more perfectly. Hell yes to your own tired words here.
Soul writing!
As Rich Mullins once sang, alright ok uh-huh amen.
Just brilliant
“…these signal flares we’re leaving along the road for each other not so much to light the way as to say, “Hiya, this is how I see it from over here…” — no better description of what we’re doing out here in Substackland. Carry on…
Yes. It’s this that often hamstrings me.
Yes. This.
I’m here for the half-baked, messy, unfiltered—or half-filtered words of thoughtful writers. There’s room for the polished and the unpolished.
Good words.