Since I've already begun this post three times and changed the title four (make that five) times, I think I should just get on with it and see what sticks. (And now I've written and rewritten the first sentence ten times.)

I'm struggling to focus today because there is so much I want to discuss! 

I want to talk about Process (and not just for creatives.)

I want to talk about Fear. (...a loaded topic, about which I could write the book (or at least another book since there are already so many books on the subject.)

I want to write about the critics and how to keep moving forward, knowing you are going to encounter people who feel compelled to give unwanted feedback whether it's well-intentioned or not.

I want to talk about Ego and kicking it to the curb, continuing the work even when you doubt yourself, learning to trust yourself (your TRUE self- the one operating in alignment with what is good and right and real for you,) which means letting go of worrying about what other folks will think or say, hearing your inner voice and noticing the hints you are getting from the Universe.

I want to talk about this massive GLOBAL shift we are all experiencing right now, the pandemic and how it is going to change everything going forward, pervasive racial injustice, distrust of the police, the most divisive politics I've seen in my lifetime, about the distrust and lies and hate on monolithic proportions.  

But what could I possibly say of importance? How can I make an impact? What do I know when everything feels so immense and complex?

...

I don't have all the answers, but I do know this... that when something so incredibly giant is happening to the whole world, when long-held paradigms are shifting, THIS is not the time to remain stubbornly unchanged.

I've been mostly at home with our boys since March. Even with constant sound and movement in our little cocoon, there has been a lot of time spent in thought and self-reflection. Many walks. Many hikes on the trails near our house. Lots of Audible books and podcasts consumed.

Eventually, things will settle down again. Hopefully minds and systems will be changed for the better. Hopefully I will be changed for the better.

What a tragedy it would be to spend so much time in a cocoon only to emerge without wings.