Art, Writing & Big Magic, truth-telling

Opening the door

I thought I had writer's block. For three months (almost) I despaired that the writing gods had gone away and it was officially over. No more. All hope was lost. What I did not see (or more accurately, did not want to see) was that I was avoiding my truth. 

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Art, Writing & Big Magic, inner-work, loss, truth

Sunrise, sunset! Wherein I (quietly) proclaim the genius of lesson #3

In hindsight I have so many questions for my former self. Why did you, former Sarah, take so long to start writing?  Why didn't you start using anti-aging face cream sooner? And why oh why did you sit in that suffering place for so damn long?