I’m a person who likes to figure things out. I like puzzles and complex literary allusions. I like to understand why things are the way they are. I still haven’t given up on figuring out the Rubik’s Cube. This trait has always served me well in my academic pursuits.
It doesn’t work so well in writing (or in life, for that matter).
There’s nothing I can really figure out. I can’t know what information I’ll find as I continue to research. I can’t know what conversations I’ll have that will change the shape of where this project is going. I can’t even, really, know what I will write or what I will want to write as the days pass.
I have to surrender to where I am in this process right now.
If I don’t, I will lose myself in things I cannot know. I will find myself frustrated and confused. I will spend hours trying to plan instead of hours trying to write.
So today, I will write what there is to say now, in this moment. I won’t try to get ahead. I won’t try to figure out what I’ll write next Tuesday. I won’t try to “see the shape” of things to come.
Instead, I will surrender to what I have before me, to the words of the moment, to the life of this sweet, sweet day.