Writing And Baggy Underwear

2 Sep

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Last week I had two great underwear mishaps.

I won’t go into the gory details here, but you should know that both disasters were caused by the end of the laundry cycle where my baggiest, oldest underwear were pulled out from beneath a high school track t-shirt and declared “fine.”

Last week I also wrote exactly two words.

I think the two are correlated.

I know some bloggers say when they aren’t blogging that means they are living real life.  “Sorry I haven’t blogged, I’ve just been noticing the little things, the pumpkin/succulents/flea market things, you know?”  Or “Sorry I’m not blogging, I’ve gotten carried away loving my perfect spouse, isn’t he dreamy? Wink.”

If I’m not blogging, it means 100% I’m not writing. And if I’m not writing you can bet your bottom dollar I’m also having underwear crises.

The truth is, I need writing to be OK.  I need writing to balance me, to remind me I’m not a complete failure, to make me feel like I’m moving towards my goals.

I need writing to calm me, to inspire me, to fill my heart and mind with things bigger than myself, things bigger than the limitations of my reality.

I need writing or it’s all baggy underwear.

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3 Responses to “Writing And Baggy Underwear”

  1. Miriam September 2, 2014 at 10:49 am #

    “I need writing to calm me, to inspire me, to fill my heart and mind with things bigger than myself, things bigger than the limitations of my reality.” So very well said Jill. What a beautiful post! I feel the same way, and I love creating that bigger world with words. Love this!!

  2. chelsea September 2, 2014 at 1:17 pm #

    Oh I love this. You are so, so right. It’s a need.

  3. Linnea September 10, 2014 at 5:42 pm #

    It sounds as though you are ready for another underwear challenge.

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