The last time I wrote, I was grappling with a friend’s death. I guess it affected me more than I thought it did since I didn’t write again for four months.
But I’m glad that I honored my resistance. That’s part of living intuitively; being ok with starting and stopping and letting time pass by until you instinctively know that it’s time to start again.
There was a time when I would have been mad at myself for stopping, or I would have forced myself to write so that I could achieve a goal that existed only in my head. I’m glad that time has passed.