Sometimes it’s hard to show up in whatever practice you’ve decided on. So I find that some evenings when I finally get the time to sit down….I don’t want to journal. But, I know, for myself, that if I don’t I feel unfinished. Left undone. Like forgetting to brush your teeth or wash your face. That’s what journaling does for me at the end of the evening, it leaves me a little cleaner…with a little more clarity at the end of the day. And those days I don’t want to show up…those are the days when I most need to. But sometimes I just don’t or can’t. I don’t beat myself up over it…but I feel it in an uneasy way until I’m back on track. That small uneasy feeling…that’s when you know you’re going in the wrong direction. Sometimes it seems too…that the days I don’t want to show up are the days when I dislike the message on the page. Which is another reason to show up in your practice. Because it’s all about the whole thing…the ugly and the beautiful, the good and the bad, the light and the dark. Every artist knows that a piece of art is not really very good without all of those. Just saying.