I used to wake up every day wanting to die.
Not all of me wanted that. There were parts of me that wanted to live large, travel the world, be an entrepreneur, inspire others and make a real difference as a writer, teacher, philanthropist and all-round shift-disturber, starting and supporting projects that make the world better.
But this one loud and persistent part of me wanted nothing to do with any of that. It just wanted to die.
Dear Friends,
As you may have noticed, over the holidays I shut down most of my social media activities. This was a conscious decision, so I could hear what my Inner Voice is asking of me for 2016.
We all have that voice, but it’s hard to hear what it’s saying amid the drama and expectations of our daily lives, and especially during the non-stop marathon that is the holidays.
Over the years, the word NaNoWriMo has come up many times for me, but all I really knew about it was that people who did it had to write an entire novel in a month.
WTF!?
Not gonna work for me, I thought.
For many years I felt unbearably sad about the world, like I was being crushed inside by all the hate and division I saw on the evening news. Consumed by fear and depression, I decided to give up on humanity.
