happy father’s day

father's day card

As I’ve been working on my book, I’ve been looking through boxes, lots of boxes, filled with old journals, cards and letters.

I came across a Father’s Day card. It’s probably the prettiest card I’ve ever found for Father’s Day. I don’t remember when or where I bought it. But I remember thinking, It’s perfect.

Inside it says: “At what age does a daughter stop needing her dad? I’ll let you know when I get there. Happy Father’s Day.”

My dad went into the hospital in late May, 2009. (I think. Honestly, most of it is a blur.) So I never got to give it to him. But I’ve never thrown it away. And I’m not planning on it, either.

So wherever you are, papa, happy Father’s Day.

I could write so much about what an incredible person and dad you were (and you know I love a wordy card and usually can’t stop talking).

But I’ll just leave it at this: You were — and will always remain — one of the most amazing people on this planet. Thank you for everything. Everything.

As I grow up, and get older, I understand and appreciate more and more what a beautiful person you were (and mama is). I wish I could tell you this and more.

But I do think you’re still listening (and watching the World Cup).

And I really think you would’ve loved this card.

writing past the fear

creative joy, 2012, trust your vision

As I’m writing my book on creativity and turning to some of my favorite sources for inspiration, I came across Ralph Keyes’s quote from Barbara Abercombie’s book A Year of Writing Dangerously.

“Finding the courage to write does not involve erasing or ‘conquering’ one’s fears. Working writers aren’t those who have eliminated their anxiety. They are the ones who keep scribbling while their hearts race and their stomach churns.”

I just love this. I love this because a highly successful writer is saying that he, too, like other writers, feels the fear.

I love this because as I’m writing this book, I am terrified. I am terrified that it’s not good enough. I am terrified that I am not good enough.

But I keep writing. I keep writing, with a racing heart and a churning stomach. I write despite the fear, which thankfully, helps it dissipate. Which helps to soften the rough edges of worry and what-ifs.

However, when the terror inevitably returns, I’ll return to this quote, and remember that I’m in good company.

P.S. I just came across this quote from Georgia O’Keeffe on a beautiful new-to-me blog. It couldn’t be any more perfect:

“I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life – and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”