There’s a fog settling down on the hills outside. I can see the traffic moving along, sighing under the weight of the approaching darkness. The general mood is hazy, compacted. Sometimes, our feelings can build up like that. They come swirling around the corner, and soon, our internal landscape seems saturated with them.
As someone who wants to express themselves authentically in the world, I sometimes get caught up in the New Age idea that if a path is really your calling, it should be easy and effortless. But often, work that is meaningful to us has inherent challenges. Writing and submitting work comes with rejections. These can be hard to deal with in themselves. But they can be disheartening at times when I subconsciously latch on to this belief that things are not working because they are not meant to work.
Books are some of my favorite things. This holiday season, as we look back, I would like to share some beautiful books that would also make great gifts. If you are a writer, a sensitive creative, or someone who wants to give the gift of words this holiday season, you might enjoy these picks. […]
This morning, I read something on the lovely Brainpickings website by the fierce and kind Pema Chodron. This is what she says: “The problem is that the desire to change is fundamentally a form of aggression toward yourself. The other problem is that our hangups, unfortunately or fortunately, contain our wealth. Our neurosis and our wisdom are made out of the same material. If you throw out your neurosis, you also throw out your wisdom.” […]
Telling personal stories and confessional writing are part of the INFP writing style. When I started this blog, like every other writer, I wrote about my own experiences. Connecting the personal with something bigger has always felt authentic to me.
But as I have written more and learned more, I have learned something about the limits of confessional writing and the fact that how we understand it as INFP writers can either block us or help us move forward.