I’ve been struggling with Substack.

After leaving my job of 13 years and 30 years of corporate life behind, I thought I had all the time in the world for writing again.

It started off so well, it really did. I was writing poetry again. I wrote my first post with the intention to make it monthly. The words were flowing.

And then… Nothing.

I felt like a failure.

I felt like I was wasting precious time.

So today, I put down the pen and took a long walk in the woods.

And nature reminded me, sometimes it’s time to be still.

There is still growth. There is still creation.

I just can’t see what’s blooming yet.