Since the pandemic began, I have been focusing less on daily delights and more on the sense of impending doom filling my body making room for little else. I decided I would write a new Daily Delight post but then struggled to come up with anything solid. Funny how I can cultivate what I put my energy towards. Lately, it’s been put towards simply surviving.

This feels a bit forced to me, but I think we have to force ourselves to do the things that we know will make us feel good in the long run, even though they’re challenging now.

The thing that’s making me want to wake up in the morning recently is writing. I wrote about writing (eye roll) in my last post, but I don’t think I did it justice.

It feels like the words are pouring out of me. The more creative energy I muster, the more it compounds itself into actual ambition and hope. Hoping that I will one day finish my book, that it will be read widely. What it boils down to, however, is that writing feels like home in a way I haven’t experienced. Like I’ve come home to myself and my creative side.

Honoring the creative side of myself has rejuvenated me in so many ways. I didn’t even realize it was missing or how much I enjoyed flexing that particular muscle. I never want to forget that again.

How do you honor your creative energy?

Warm wishes,

Mae