So, I don’t know about you, but I am a reluctant writer. I love the idea of writing, and I’m sure that somewhere within me there is a great writer who is being held back by a story I tell myself that I am rubbish at writing.
But today I was given a challenge to write something every day for a week and send it to my challenger (my own coach). This writing can be something just for her or it can be some content for social media or a blog…. whatever I chose.
Now the great thing about a challenge is that it gives a level of accountability, i.e. if you accept the challenge then you need to do it. But at the same time, if, like me, the idea of writing , actually committing your words to paper, makes you want to run for the hills, then self-doubt takes over and every time I sit down to write, my mind goes blank and nothing comes out.
Then, there I am nearing the end of the day, resigned to the idea that I have failed this writing challenge on day one, when I get out of the car having just run an errand and I hear an owl hooting… not just once, but really going for it. Suddenly, I am filled of joy, because not only have I been lucky enough to hear this wonderful sound, but also, I realise that I don’t need to try and think of something clever or funny or informative to write about. In that moment, I was witness to the extraordinary in the mundane and all I had to do was notice it and then write about it.
Day One of the Challenge, not only completed, but published too!