Opening the first page of the book, I took a deep breath in, grounding myself in the anticipation of all the possibilities
Not knowing where to start, I put down the first word, then another, surrendering to the flow
Knowing it won’t be my best as I dust the rust off
But knowing if I don’t start, I can’t get better
Turning on the tap to start the flow, to start the process
When I create the space for my muse to show up, eventually it will
Consistently creating that space so it knows where to find me
Showing up even when the words feel stalled
Trusting in what I know, I know it gets easier, it’s not my first go
I bought a new notebook to remind myself this is where my heart is, this is where I find joy
It’s where I process pain, heal the hurt, long for love, articulate any anger
I share surprises, create and channel things that start with c?
Not taking myself as serious, allowing more joy in
Remembering what it’s all about
Filling the first page of the book, I felt accomplished
Not fine or fantastic or formidable
Stumbling over my words, but getting them out
A new page, a new chapter, a new focus, a new me
It all starts with the first word, on the first page, on the first day of the new year
Knowing there are many more words and pages to come

This was a response to a daily prompt in the creative writing community I facilitate, using freefall/automatic writing. You can check it out and learn more here: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/19pcLByKeb/