Self-doubt, vulnerability, lessons from writing

I feel like I have been running a sprint.

Ever since I committed to writing this past year, I have searched high and low for nooks and crannies of my life to find space in which to fit this endeavor. Between my part-time job feeding the Brandt Clan, I left myself little margin as every spare moment went into stringing words together on my trusty Mac. I chased this passion until it wore me down a little, encroached on my family life more than a little, and consumed most of my mind. In this imperfect life, even the best of creative work can become contaminated with burnout and burdened by the unrelenting demands of a fast-moving world of ideas.

As we entered the summer season with the children home from school, it was a seamless transition into a break from blogging, which also naturally lent a time of recalibration and reflection. Ironically, just as I was dialing down my writing life, a series of opportunities came knocking at my door—I was featured on a massive platform, Momastery; published a feature at Taipei Times; and became a HuffPost blogger. However, this whirlwind of events haven’t managed to knock me off my feet. I am still recalibrating and reflecting, because I sorely need to catch my breath from this sprint, and I’d like to run the marathon, in both writing and life.