Becoming Vulnerable 30 Day Writing Challenge ~ Day 8

Good morning!

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We are (8) days in… we have written consistently for over a week. That in itself is cause for celebration. Things are shifting. Our writing is changing. During this process expect some surprises… things that we haven’t thought about for a long time may rise during this process. We must trust that we are being called to honor what wants to be written. It is no longer OK for us to keep things hidden, stuffed in the back of the closet. The ground beneath us is cracking. And so we surrender… we trust… we open ourselves up to becoming more vulnerable and we allow for the page to carry us! We remember that even if the ground beneath us opens up, threatening to swallow us whole… we will land on our feet and stand in safety. TRUST!

Today in my response to the prompt I allowed myself to move to another voice, to another point of view. I allowed my character to speak. I surrendered to what wanted to be written. I wanted my character to bring me back into HER story. Remember there is no right or wrong way to do the challenge, it is simply about honoring where the pen wants to be guided and writing in community.

And so…

Take a deep breath… sit somewhere comfortable… don’t think about it… allow what comes up to guide you. We will start with a warm-up, set your timer for 3 minutes:

Warm-up prompt 3 minutes: THE THING ABOUT LOSS… (BEGIN!)

Deep breath– release…

Day 8 prompt: SOMETHING WASN’T RIGHT… (Set timer for 10 minutesBEGIN!)

Something wasn’t right…

END TIME!!!

Yesterday someone reached out to me asking if they could join the challenge late. ANYONE can join at any point. Start your 30 days whenever you feel called to begin! You are ALL welcome!

Tell me about your process… How do you feel?

There is no right or wrong way to do the prompts. They can be written in the form of prose or poetry, 1st person or 3rd, in the voice of your main character or villain… the point is to write… to keep writing… to stay with me and not give up.

I look forward to reading your responses.

My loves… this is a shared writing community. Please know that what one of us is experiencing someone else might be. You never know who you can inspire with just your words.

Please share your responses to the 30 Day ~ Becoming Vulnerable Writing Challenge in the comment section below.

I will post my prompt response shortly.

Wishing you all the most beautiful day filled with love, light and continual inspiration.

And so it is. Namaste. Aché

With all my love,
Alicia

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3 thoughts on “Becoming Vulnerable 30 Day Writing Challenge ~ Day 8

  1. Warmup: The thing about loss… is that some of us carry it. Sometimes we carry it for longer than necessary and allow that loss to define us. Today I am thinking about those who sacrifice everything… who give everything… who work hard… and still lose. I am thinking about people who carry the weight of everyone.

    I am talking about people who give and work towards the improvement of their people and then I think about those people who crucify the givers… demanding that they give more, judging them for not giving enough.

    Life is so incredibly interesting.

    END TIME

    Prompt 8: Something wasn’t right when she didn’t show up for our meeting. I was received word that she escaped from the prison and believed she would return to us I am concerned for her safety…

    I think for as long as I remember I have been preparing for this journey. When I began to see the huge discrepancies in class and gender. When I began to see how women were treated not just by men but by some women as well. Here is when I started to take notice. here is when the change in me started. I wanted girls to know that just by being born they were worthy and had value. “Societies for far too long have placed women in a space where they are considered to be of no use. Serve no purpose. Are seen as the weaker sex.” Here we are doing something different. We are showing them their strength. I am showcasing and nurturing their talents. Yes I have my reasons. Yes there is something I expect in return for all of this learning. And so we work. We plan. We prepare. END TIME

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    1. ” Sometimes we carry it for longer than necessary and allow that loss to define us.” This is so true. It can be so hard to define yourself after losing someone or something that was such an integral part of your life.

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  2. Warm-up prompt 3 minutes: THE THING ABOUT LOSS… (BEGIN!)
    The thing about loss…you never get used to it. You never grow accustomed to the emptiness of a bed, the absence of phone calls, the lonely nights. Even those with the toughest of exteriors who have built the highest of walls to guard against intruding emotions understand the pain of love lost. The healing process takes months, even years and no amount of daily affirmations can absolve you from the pain felt when yearning the return of a lost lover.

    Day 8 prompt: SOMETHING WASN’T RIGHT… (Set timer for 10 minutes–BEGIN!)
    As soon as I answered the phone, I knew something wasn’t right. This was not the woman I had known since our days in college. This was not my best friend. The playfulness of her voice was absent. It was somber and distant.
    “He’s gone.”
    “Gone where?”
    “He didn’t wake up this morning. He was blue in the face. He was so cold.”
    My heart dropped as I realized who he was. Her lover. Her friend. Her companion. He had been her saving grace, giving her hope in love. Before he came into her life, she was all too familiar with black eyes and bruised flesh. She knew how to make magic out of concealer and foundation. Right when she had reached the borderline of coldness and numbness, he came into her life and the two years they’d spent together had been her happiest in years.
    “I’m coming over.”
    “Don’t. Let me be alone in this space for a while. Let me sleep on his side of the bed and inhale him. Let me pretend as if he is away at the hospital. You remember the times he had to stay overnight? The weeks he would spend going through treatment?
    “I do.”
    “Let’s just pretend.”

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