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Adding Me to My To-Do

Dear Self,

As you know, I took a new position at the beginning of the year, one that calls for more of me. The writer me gets nudged out so the minister me can do her thing. Personally, I’ve been brainstorming with myself to find balance―like adding me to my to-do list.
I started adding my novel writing life on my to-do list. It works sometimes. Now I have the idea of dedicating a day to that part of me. I can make it an easy day. I can add rest and relaxation in there too.

Dear Tanya,

Your intention moves the energy toward your dreams. Go easy on you. Leave self-judgement off your to-do list. You are on the right path.

Love, Your Self

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(You know, that sounds just like something Luther Andersen, the mystical lighthouse keeper of the Light at Mystic Creek, would say.)

Fiction writer and author, Tanya D. Dawson, has written a story for the young adult in all of us. Her pending novel, Andersen Light: A Mystic Creek Novel [working title], is an atypical tale set in our everyday reality alongside an unknown world of extraordinary others. This becoming-who-you-are adventure breathes fresh air and light into the world of YA fiction, without giving up the angst or the weird. While Andersen Light is primarily set the fictional town of Mystic Creek, Oregon, Tanya lives and works in the American Southwest.

Hell or High Water: Appointment with My Self

I had to make an appointment with my Self, the “come hell or high water” type.

And now I’m finally here with my Self―BITCHOK (butt in the chair, hands on keyboard), an acronym I’ve borrowed many times from young adult author Cassandra Clare.

There’s no way to fool the true Self, but wow did I fool myself it had only been a couple of months since my last blog post!?! I told my Selves (I know you know what I mean) that today was the day, come hell or high water, that I would write.

There’s a funny thing about intention when it’s addressed to the true Self. The Self ain’t playing. It remembers and wants that specific appointment kept, no matter how long it takes. Meditating, exercising and contemplating life over a cup of Darjeeling and a handful of dark cherries isn’t the same.

I had to make an appointment with my Self, the “come hell or high water” type. And now I’m finally here with my Self―BITCHOK (butt in the chair, hands on keyboard), an acronym I’ve borrowed many times from young adult author Cassandra Clare https://www.cassandraclare.com/writing-advice/. There’s no way to fool the true Self, but wow did I fool myself it had only been a couple of months since my last blog post!?! I told my Selves (I know you know what I mean) that today was the day, come hell or high water, that I would write. There’s a funny thing about intention when it’s addressed to the true Self. The Self ain’t playing. It remembers and wants that specific appointment kept, no matter how long it takes. Meditating, exercising and contemplating life over a cup of Darjeeling and a handful of dark cherries isn’t the same.
Darjeeling and Dark Cherries

In this case, my specific appointment with my Self was to write for this blog. Posting on Instagram or Facebook wasn’t sufficient. Those posts weren’t the deal we made. This is the deal.

Then my Self let me know she wanted more. My Self wants me to write to a letter to herSelf. Or is it that my Self wants to write a letter to me? Of course, I know the answer, since I am me after all. There shall be letters―to me, to others, from characters. I saw this letter thing in my mind’s eye grow like mushrooms build in cartoons or anime. Today’s will be short.

Dear Tanya,

Thank you for keeping our appointment, no hell or high water required.

I know you’ve been busy. I see the deer-in-the-headlights look in your eyes, posture and aura. I hear it in your thoughts, your voice, your dreams.

Go easy on yourself. Relax. It’s all okay. If you don’t get something done in a day, so what? Your dreams won’t suddenly vanish. Think of this appointment with me as a first step toward the advancement of those dreams.

Love,

Your Self