If I wasn’t so scary I would book myself a cabin in the mountains for a few days. No company, just me, myself, and I. A week of music, cooking gourmet meals for myself, listening to music, writing, and reading books. Reading books and lots of writing. Those two things makes my soul happy. My own personal artist retreat but I’ve seen the movies. Aspiring writer goes off to the cabins alone to finish writing the perfect novel. The first day is all sunshine, thoughtful moments, and inspiring thoughts. Then night falls and sh*t hits the fan. Stuff starts calling out of closets and creeping on walls. Or that really crazy guy in the wood just so happens to see the light on in the cabin. Ah hell no. So maybe the solo cabin writing retreat isn’t a good idea. I dislike the heat yet I love the sight of free-flowing water. Asking a bit much for the beginning of winter.
I say all of this to say that a few days away to pour my heart, fears, and lessons learned across computer keys sure would do my soul some good.
Unspoken 10.6 has been Spoken….