I spent the weekend blowing apart my office and reorganizing because I bought a standing desk and it has no drawers. My old desk had four drawers and all those pens, sticky notes, paper, notebooks, and other office supplies had to go somewhere!
After I finished, my brain felt pretty toasted and I didn’t write yesterday at all. Today I facilitated a Writers Collective of Canada workshop and got some good writing time in! I’m amazed every week at the powerful poetry and prose that participants create.
For this prompt I tried to capture the way I experience the sensations of joy and fear in my body. They feel very similar to me. Here’s the raw piece from today.
It feels like I will disintegrate from the inside out. I would explode in every direction if my skin wasn’t holding me together. The heat rises up my spine and reddens my cheeks. My collar feels tight and I cannot sit still. Tears leak out of my eyes. The emotions swell like a tsunami and my breath doesn’t quite reach the bottom of my lungs. It’s the same at the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the pit.
How about you? Have you ever thought about what fear has taught you about joy?