I’ve been doing a mix of Morning Pages and LaVonne’s 2500 words/day challenge (#2500wds on Twitter) the past week. And frankly, I’m freaking myself out.

Things that have been plaguing me since I’ve been able to think abstractly are coming clear and how to un-stick myself from these old beliefs is pouring out of me.

And it’s scary. Really. I mean, it’s a good scary. If scary can be good. I guess you can call it more freaky than scary…

I didn’t realize that 2500 words in 45 minutes is some kind of feat (I timed myself, and several of my twitter friends seem to be in awe)… But to know that what pours out is my prescription?  To read my words and realize how much I’ve been holding myself back? To know that all I have to do is remember who I am?

Freaky.

In my daily writings, I’ve written two words more often than any others.

Repetition and Remember.

I must remember who I am. And I must keep repeating this to myself so I don’t forget.

If I can get the hubster to suspend his distaste for tattoos for one minute, I may just get one.

“Remember” tattooed across the inside of my wrist.

Maybe.

P.S. Did I mention I’m chickenshit?

Photo Credit: Christa Sawyer: http://www.sxc.hu/profile/clsawyer