Ready. Set. Go.

I’ve been taking note of writing lately. 

How artists use writing. How writing can become a business. How writers make it work. How something as powerful as writing - when you read it at the right moment, at the right time - can change the course of your life. Literally.

Who doesn’t need a little motivational quote? A bit of poetry that makes you feel seen? There’s some sort of catharsis released when either writing OR reading. Journaling does that for me. This blog that I barely write in does that for me. 

The past 4 months…

This year… 2025

Brutal. Totally brutal. Absolutely terrible. YOU TOO?! It’s not just me right?

I stopped having the ability to create. I isolated myself alot. It’s been incredibly difficult to follow up. To be productive. To have a vision. Anything really. 

I wrapped myself in my own shadow.

As of late, people are reminding me that I can be too hard on myself. 

“XYZ person deserves better than me” = turning into “XYZ needs different than me”.

“XYZ can contribute more than me” = “XYZ wouldn’t be there without me”.

“I wish I was someone else” = “You can’t change who you are”.

One night not too long ago… I was so lost. I desperately looked for the help of my ancestors. After prodding and prodding, one of them finally answered. 

“What do you want now?”

I responded by showing my pitiful self. Can they not see how disoriented I am and have been? Confused and afraid?

They waved their hand low at me, prompting me to join their circle. “Well come then. What are you doing there with your head low? Be strong. Be who you are. Be proud of who you are. That is the only way you will finally be able to show up for us. The longer you take, the more you will keep denying your place and your responsibilities”.

Okay I told them. And I joined the circle. 

Okay… 

Right now I’m reminded of a conversation I once had with Deanna Bowen. This was yearssss ago. Probably at least a decade (urgh I can say that now). 

I had been asking her about her work uncovering her family history and lineage on Turtle Island. I asked if she was ever scared to ask questions or find out pieces of information that are incredibly difficult to digest. 

She told me that she’d have her moments, go through the motions of grief. 

And then to… “suck it up”

Suck it up and keep rolling. 

It’s this same energy that I was given not too long.

“You confused? You sad? You feeling low on yourself?”

“Suck it up”

And well… that’s all there is to it. Short and simple.

So… if you’re also experiencing wild, weird, hard things

Suck it up.

Deep breath.

Pick yourself up. 

Ready… set…

Go.