Raw Writing Sunday 16
Prompt: To myself in 10 years, time 3 ish minutes
I’m celebrating 16 straight weeks of publishing my raw, first draft writing! 🥳
It’s been fun and sometimes very vulnerable to share these pieces because they’re so unpolished, so…what my inner editor often calls imperfect.
First of all, what is perfect writing anyway?
And second of all, I wouldn’t be a rebel if I didn’t share unpolished raw pieces. That’s the whole point of this movement I am cocreating with the writers who bravely show up in our writing circles and workshops. Authentic writing that lives and breathes and grows from being witnessed and read for what’s memorable, impactful and beautiful.
The craft evolves as the writer grows and gains confidence and eventually takes care of itself.
Today’s piece was written in threeish minutes as part of a prompt writing challenge and is written to myself in 10 years.
She seemed far away
But her and I aren't too different
Not in the ways that matter
I am a sovereign being
I am held by the grid and love of my community.
I am the joy that I share with others.
I am the love that I receive from others.
I am the song of my heart.
I am the expression of my endless soul.
I am a force for change.
And that's where I collide with her.
We are connected thought threads of time.
What would you write to your future self? What would you tell them?
Sixteen weeks is amazing! Way to go!