To sit still is hard enough. To sit and rest my mind is even harder. But to sit still, rest my mind, and think about things to write about feels nearly impossible some days.
It’s particularly difficult coming back after nearly a year away from writing every day.
The resistance I feel to getting back to regularly writing will (hopefully) serve as a reminder to keep doing things that are personally good for me even if it begins to grow mundane, or I convince myself that it is no longer important (and therefore no longer find the time for it.)
The meditative nature of writing is helpful in and of itself –that makes writing every day worth it.