Opening Up.
Writing feels available to me now.
Once I started writing, and even just thinking about writing, I found myself wanting to do nothing else.
The timing could not have been better. After a busy year of work, minor injuries, and navigating Butters’ health issues, I finally feel I have the mental and emotional capacity to write consistently.
A Small, Safe Space
For me, writing feels like being inside Airstream Bambi. The trailer’s curves, low ceiling, calming lights, and small, cozy space all help me feel safe and secure. It’s self-contained; everything I need, like the bathroom, kitchen, and bed, is within a few steps away.
When inside Airstream Bambi, I hear nothing and yet, everything. The sound of my breath, the whirl of the small fridge, the clicks of the keyboard. Butters snoring softly nearby while Lonnie grunts, trying to get Jay’s attention.
What Enclosure Gives Us
I imagine the safety I feel in the Airstream is similar to how dogs feel in a crate.
When I first adopted Butters in 2011, she learned to love her crate. It was a place for her to rest while I went to work. For a while, she spent the night in her crate, that is, until she realized my queen-sized bed was more her style.
Years later, Lonnie seeks shelter in her crate, especially during fireworks season or when she feels like having alone time with a new chew toy while shutting the world out.
Being in an enclosed space can provide a sense of safety and security for some of us. During my breaks from this blog over the years, I’ve been seeking inspiration toward self-expression. That sense of self-containment…the feeling of being held is what I want to recreate when I sit down to write at home.
The Year End
With that in mind, I’m starting a series of daily posts running through the end of the year. These posts will offer a chance to pause and notice the moments of grace, joy, or peace during an otherwise hectic season.
I sense that on some days, a holiday memory will spark the writing; other days, it will come from a quiet, present moment I want to hold onto.
Not Seeking Perfection
What I commit to here and now is to show up, quiet the noise, and post every day until the beginning of 2026.
I give myself the grace to accept the imperfections that arise in my writing.
And to remember that what matters is to be here, not to be perfect.
Perhaps some of you will want to share here in the comments, too.
I am ready.
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