I did a thing. 

I joined a writing workshop. 

Since Ishu was born and when I stopped working, I wanted a way to fill that creative void I was missing.

So, a little under three years ago, I signed up for this online community of mamas who – like me – are trying to find ways to squeeze in writing and photography and other creative endeavors. Among the meal planning and diaper changing and racing kids off to extracurriculars.

It’s been really nice. There’s a FB group and a monthly newsletter that comes out with writing prompts and freewrite ideas and blog prompts. There are “Girls Night In” events and book club events. 

And it feels like I’m among all these people who – again, like me – are trying to balance motherhood and jobs and little humans while also trying to carve out space for the things that bring them JOY.

So, I’ve been a passive participant for a while. 

Drafting up a freewrite every now and again. Occasionally hopping on for Office Hours or Girls Night In events. 

But this group also offers workshops. Run by amazing, talented, incredible humans.

And part of me has hesitated to sign up for one. 

Because I already pay for the annual membership to be a part of the community.

And there are so many FREE resources available to me. 

So why would I spend money on a workshop? 

But the more I sat on it, the more I really wanted to do it. 

As someone who devotes a lot of her free time to writing, I’ve done very little to develop and progress in this area. Despite the fact that I really, really, really, REALLY want to develop and progress and get better. 

And, well, I figured life is gonna be a whole lotta busy after this school year is over. So, might as well just use this time I have NOW to do something I love doing.

So I signed up for a Freewrite Workshop! It’s only four weeks long. Relatively self-paced. Downloaded Slack and navigating that whole thing for the first time. And I’m doing it. 

I’m laughing at this version of myself who is geeking out over a creative writing workshop. When, 15 years ago, you could catch me in the back of a classroom at UCLA, rolling my eyes at some journal prompt the TA came up with for our Creative Writing class to respond to.

Anyway, I’m excited.

Can you tell?

I may share some stuff here. Maybe not. We’ll see. EITHER WAY, I’M DOING THE THING AND I AM PUMPED.

HAVE A GREAT HAPPY DAY.