Please trust yourself: in writing, in Zen, in everything.
— Natalie Goldberg
These posts are from writing practice, minimally edited, if at all.
They’re fresh out of my mind. Or I am.
I feel like I did when I was 17, sitting in the navy blue stick-shift Chevette that Pop used to let me drive to work. I felt powerful when I drove it, shifting gears. The moment seemed so full of possibility, as if I could drive into my future that very day. I didn’t particularly know what direction I might be heading, but I had no serious concern about that part of it.
Just start.
fresh out of my mind 