I’m realizing that I’ve been resisting a creative writing project close to my heart. I want to write this, but I fear that something may be so painful or unearthing about it, that I am resisting it.

Resistance just creates more resistance.

It takes courage to meet difficulty, or resistance, with ease.

It’s the same thing I try to teach in my yoga classes. (I hope that I am getting this across in that strange meld of verbal cue-ing and the language of the body that is yoga instruction.) You do a stretch. At some point, if you’re quiet and mindful enough in the execution of the stretch, you will reach a point where your muscle wants to resist.

If you tighten up and mentally or physically resist, it makes it all that much worse. The resistance seems to grow exponentially.

If instead, at that moment of initial resistance, you practice letting the drama drop away from mind and body, and simply breathe and face the initial resistance without drama, you can ease into the resistance and move past it.

It’s something that I learn in my own body and my own yoga practice over and over again. And it’s something I learn in life, over and over.

So, I am going to breathe and ease into this creative writing project. I’m going to drop away the drama of fear and all the crap that my mind creates (it’s not good enough, it will never pay, no one will read it, I can’t write it…). That mind-talk is noisy ego talking, and I’m going to let it go in a very neutral way.

And then I’m going to write, without attachment.

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