I trust that my gut reaction is the truth underneath the surface of my fears

I love a good blogging challenge, and I noticed some of the erotic blogosphere are taking part in Every Damn Day in June.

Everyday I will be plucking a card from my Miracles Now card deck and writing about what comes to mind…

Most of my reflections have centred around my new job. I suppose it’s only natural; it’s a time of change (change is a common trigger for me… and a lot of people, if I’m honest). However I am noticing it has made for a dozen dull posts.

And this will be another one of them. Ha.

But seriously, the practice of writing daily is to get me to a point where I stop feeling dread about sharing my writing again. Though lately I wonder if the issue is bigger; that maybe I’ve run out of things to say. I’m tired of writing about my mental health and adoptee experiences. I’m no longer interested in writing about relationships and communication. I feel like I haven’t had an original thought in so long that every time I’ve written in the past six months I have thought I’m sure I’ve said this before. And I’m sure I’ve said this before.

I also wondered if I’ve healed. Writing was an outlet, and now life is good. There are still things I yearn for but I’m here now in a place of peace.

This card reminds me that I know myself, and I’m in a happy place so I don’t need to question it anymore.