During transition phases in life, it is easy to stop writing. The notebook gets buried under a pile of books, packed away in a suitcase, stuffed under bags of groceries. You lose pens. You lose the only pen with which you’re willing to write (for me, its a simple bic ballpoint – black). So you think, I’m tired, I should go to sleep. You tell yourself, The new episode of SNL is really good, I’ll watch that instead. So you go weeks and weeks without writing, when nestled just beneath the surface of your cool self-care is a lot of turmoil.
Transitions are turmoil by definition. A lot of people try to pretend by nature we are like birds, flying wherever we please, but I’ve always felt we were more like trees. I put down roots wherever I go. To rip those up and lug them 2/3rds of the way across the country is painful – emotionally, mentally, physically.
I just moved to Denver. I lived in Washington, DC for six months after my tenure in Brooklyn. That’s 3 major cities in a single year. Suffice it to say, I’ve had a lot of time to think about transitions.
They’re harder to write through than my morning commute. I made this blog because I didn’t want to forget that writing gave me life, made me feel like myself. Yet here I was, sitting idle and ignoring my pent-up emotions during some of the most important parts of my year.
Writing is cadence, is eloquence, is symphony of language, sure. But that is to the reader. To me, as a writer, putting words down on a page is like letting air out of a pressurized container (me being the container). It isn’t so much about what comes from it, but the act itself.
So now that I made it safely to Colorado, I am trying to write again. I am also trying not to put so much pressure on myself that it isn’t fun. Like most things in life, I think its hard to find the right balance. All I know is that writing keeps me sane and 2016 was a crazy year.
I don’t have a lot of wisdom, but I’d say, even if you aren’t a writer, to journal during transitions. That could be a career shift, moving, breaking up, getting together – any change that makes your heart thump a bit harder and your head swim if you think too hard about it. I’ve been keeping notes on post-it notes. There really is no wrong way to write.