I wrote something this week. Something real. With substance. Girth. A real piece of non-fiction. It was an assignment for school, but that doesn’t matter. I feel like I broke some kind of barrier. Pushed past a boundary line I didn’t even know I’d set for myself, but had me penned anyway.
It’s sort of like coming up to the surface after jumping off the boat into 100 feet of water and expecting to get lost in the deep. Taking that first breathe of air into your lungs. You didn’t think you’d make it but you did.
Maybe I’m putting too much on the 450 words I wrote, probably I am, but it doesn’t matter. I wrote something. Something that has nothing to do with Covid, or middle school, or mental health. Something new. Fresh. Out of my head, onto the paper. Whew. It’s been awhile.
It’s working. I think it’s working.
I hope you had a breakthrough this week too.