I lost my voice. Then I lost the practice. And then the atrophy set in.
There was a time I wrote. Fiction. Poetry. Creative non-fiction. But it was before. And I’ve decided to stop waiting for it to come back on its own. If there is one thing that I’ve learned from my journey to lose weight, it’s that things don’t happen without intention.
I do believe in magic, but believe it requires the right conditions. Which is in the same family as the word conditioning, a synonym for prepare. I actually went over and looked at a thesaurus. A few other synonyms I like for this are: practice, ready, habituate, loosen up.
All this is to say, with intent, I am writing again.
I don’t know how long it will take to get back what I’ve lost, but I do know it will never come back if I don’t start somewhere. And, I also have a keen understanding that if I don’t write regularly and with a plan, then my intent will remain only an intention.
And so–to adapt another key habit I’ve taken on in my weight loss journey–I’m starting with one small specific commitment: On Thursdays, from 3-4, I will pick a topic and write.