I haven’t been as consistent with Sunday Scribbles as I hoped to be. The truth is, I actually do quite a bit of private journal writing on another platform. So, when Sunday finally comes around, I don’t always feel an urge to write. On the other hand, because I do catalog my daily life, it is easy for me to reference journal entries from throughout the week. I can then reflect and share those reflections with you.
Highlights of the Week
Yesterday I uploaded the latest installment of Scar Tissue. This chapter is titled Comrades. Here, I discussed a little bit about the significance of having strong allies. Although I have written a lot about unity in the homeless community, I haven’t told you why it was, and still is, so important in my story. It is also a tribute to an old friend, Rango, who was very much a lifeline when I lost everything. He connected me to my allies.
Earlier in the week, The Self-Centered Routine found it’s place in the Writer’s Corner. This is actually an older piece that was written sometime last year. I gave it a good polishing and finally turned it over to you. I follow a creative routine closely. Without it, I probably would not write as often as I do.
Honestly, I really surprised myself this week! Although I had a very busy, very tiring week, I was able to push out some really good writing. As I mentioned in the last Sunday Scribbles, I just started working at the local university. All I can say is this: I am where I am meant to be.
At the beginning of this year, while we were on our way out of the shelter, I briefly worked on a gratitude journal. In it, I explored a few journal prompts that challenged me to answer a variety of self-discovery questions such as: What do I want to contribute to the world? Why am I here? Where do I belong?
Next, I came up with goals and the steps needed to reach those goals. Tonight, I decided to take a look at my progress, and was stunned by the amount of progress I’ve made in just a few short months. My biggest and most pressing goals include: acquire job in academia, make an impact, launch Soul & Scribble, write Scar Tissue. Now, my life actually encompasses all of these ambitions.
This redemption. I still have no words.
The shackles. They are coming undone.