The Ultimate War Room Game Changer (and What You Need to Do to Make it Work)

Last Friday I wrote about the 4 reasons why having a war room isn’t going to change your life. For weeks and weeks after creating my special prayer closet, I didn’t make time to spend with God. This week, I’m going to tell you what has been my game changer. Are you ready for this?

2-War Room Game Changer

It’s quite simple really: I decided I had to change my sleep schedule.

Instead of going to bed late night after night, I set my bed time for 9-9:30 and my wake up time for 5-5:30. This means no more surfing the internet aimlessly ’til 11, falling asleep on the phone, or working on projects ’til my brain hurts and I can hardly keep my eyes open. Instead, I try to schedule my tasks so that I’m in bed at a reasonable hour so I can wake up and have those early morning moments with God.

Now, I can’t lie to you–this is a process. There are days where this works better than others. Sometimes I simply can’t get to sleep that early and wake up that early. Late nights are not only a hard habit to break sometimes they’re unavoidable. Like I mentioned in the last post, new habits are hard to stick to and prayer requires trade-off BUT it’s a process I’ve committed to because I believe in the power of early mornings.

Saying no to late nights and yes to early mornings is like setting a standing appointment with the Lord to meet Him at a time when fewer things can distract me. No text messages, no knocks on my door, no messages needing an immediate answer. I can enjoy the peace in my closet and focus on God-it’s a beautiful thing and it’s worth waking up for!

The Bible has a lot to say about seeking the Lord in the morning. Here are a few verses:

“My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.” Psalm 5:3 KJV

“Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.” KJV

“My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early. I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations. For they mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds. Be thou exalted O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.” Psalms 57:7-11 KJV

Early in the morning

Even though I’m most definitely a chronic snoozer and like burrowing under the covers ’til the last possible second, I’ve found that waking up early and tackling my top priorities first thing in the morning, makes me feel much better throughout the rest of the day.

So how exactly does one bounce out of those comfy sheets and into the prayer closet? Here are 4 tips to help you get started and make it work:

  1. DON’T HIT SNOOZE. This is the absolute hardest for me. It’s so incredibly habitual. DON’T DO IT. It’s best to have your clock or phone on the other side of the room so you have to get up and turn it off. Whatever you have to do, get yourself out of the bed before your body has a chance to think.
  2. MAKE YOUR BED. It’s easier to stay up when you’ve made your bed. Something clicks in my brain, telling me that sleepy-time is over and the day has begun. If making your bed isn’t a habit, try it and see what happens!
  3. HYDRATE. Seriously. It’s time to wake up physically and mentally. Your body hasn’t had water in several hours and it needs to be hydrated. Don’t shock yourself with cold water, room temp is good or warmed up with some lemon will do you even better!
  4. PREP FOR PRAYER. Don’t go directly from bed to closet. Trust me on this one. If I go straight into prayer upon rising, I fall asleep before getting very far. I usually start out with listening to some worshipful music and reading the Bible. The key is to wake up your brain while preparing yourself for prayer. But don’t check email or social media, don’t catch up on the news, don’t start playing your favorite podcast or reviewing project deadlines. All that can wait. It’s time to focus. This is also a good time to review any prayer requests you may have, either for yourself or someone else.

These are really simple steps but they help. But remember–it’s a process. You’re not going to be good at this right away and that’s okay–all good things take time. Pray about it! Be open about your struggles with the Lord. Ask Him to give you the strength to rise early and stay awake. And on the days that don’t go so well, give yourself some grace. Don’t bully yourself, God certainly won’t. You’re asking Him to change your heart in drawing you into a stronger prayer life, He’ll give you what you need to make the appointments with Him.

Let me just add that there isn’t a right time or a wrong time to pray. Your prayer time might be in the evening when everyone’s asleep for the night or maybe sometime in the middle of the day when everyone else is occupied for an hour and that’s totally fine. I personally think that giving God the first part of the day is preferable and, while it does take plenty of adjustment, it’s a worthy habit to develop!


Check out the blog every Friday morning for the next 4 weeks to read each new post in this series and let me know your thoughts in the comments

Stay blessed!

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4 Reasons Why Having a War Room Won’t Change Your Life (and the One Reason it Absolutely Will)

The day after I saw the movie War Room (Amazon) earlier this year, I walked into my tiny walk-in closet and made the decision that something had to change.  For too long, I had pussy-footed around my prayer life and decided that Miss Clara had the right idea and I needed my own war room to fight my battles. So I took out my dresser, vacuumed the floor, brought in a rug and a few special pieces from my bedroom and voila! I was ready to pray.

I was off to a great start. I bought a copy of The Battle Plan for Prayer (Amazon), I started writing Bible verses on sheets of paper in colored markers and taping them on my wall. I had my Prayer and Bible Study Journal. I was ready to experience a new season of powerful prayer.

Less than a week later, I was back to my frenetic busyness, not willing to carve out the time to kneel in my special place. Week after week, I’d kick myself for failing to take time out and really, intentionally seeking the Lord in prayer. And week after week I’d resolve to to better come Monday morning. It wasn’t a matter of not having time, it was a matter of not making time. All it would take was waking up 20 minutes earlier, spending less time on the phone, watching fewer YouTube videos, or reading fewer pages in the book I’m working on.

I was inconsistent in feeding myself spiritually. My life was too caught up in other things. My spiritual taste buds were craving worldly things. My spiritual antennae were picking up the channels I had turned to and settled on. And so it went, day after day, getting clothes out of my closet and feeling guilty that I hadn’t stopped to sit at the feet of Jesus in the special place I’d made for us. I’d made my beautiful war room but that didn’t change my prayer life. The battle was still going strong inside me.

Let me tell you why having a war room won’t change your life.

1-4 Reasons Why Having a War Room Won't Change Your Life

  1. IT’S EASY TO IGNORE.  I don’t know if you’ve found this to be true but I can say from personal experience that it’s easy to ignore my war room. Granted, it is in my closet which I’m in and out of everyday. And that’s part of the problem–it’s in my mundane, routine closet space, thus making it easy to pass through without much thought. Its existence tugs at my heart to be sure but it’s not compelling enough for me to stay and spend time with God. I breeze in and breeze out with a pair of jeans or a blouse and on to my next task, quickly forgetting that it’s been days since I’ve done much less than dig for socks and mentally put together outfits for the weekend.
  2. NEW HABITS ARE HARD TO STICK TO. I’ve said it more than a couple times here on the blog–I’m a chronic snoozer and, dear God help me, I’d much rather get extra sleep than drag myself out of bed and down to my knees in prayer. Once I’m praying I’m fine and I wonder why I’m such an idiot to keep skipping days but it’s that short trek to my closet that gets me more often than I’d like to admit. The problem is, everyday that I don’t get up brings me farther and farther away from the purpose behind having a war room in the first place–spending time with God and equipping myself for daily battles.
  3. VULNERABILITY IS UNNERVING. Prayer requires us to come before God with honesty and transparency. Have you ever tried to pray about something while simultaneously trying to keep Him from uncovering something you’d rather have kept in the dark? It doesn’t make for a fulfilling prayer time. Coming into your war room with all that going on inside is like going out to a special candle light dinner with your significant other and shooting down all his attempts at meaningful conversation. You both leave the restaurant feeling awkward and estranged.
  4. PRAYER REQUIRES TRADE-OFF. Sleep isn’t the only thing that can keep us from establishing a prayer life. New habits are difficult to acquire because it often requires a trade-off. Less time on the phone, fewer TV shows, less social media, fewer pages in a book, less going out. Often it means saying no to a few things in order to say yes to one very important thing. But trade-offs are hard because it means reprioritizing. We don’t like giving up the things we like. Nevertheless, a war room life demands change. But simply having one, won’t create that change.

Where I Fight QUOTE 1There is only one reason that having a war room will change your life:

Allowing God to change your heart and train you to become a prayer warrior.

The reasons I listed above are simply Satan’s ploys to derail us from what we’re truly seeking–time with God so we may fight the battles that face us daily and give glory to Him. Having a nice space to meet with God is a step in the right direction but you must take the next step and allow Him to make the heart change that will bring you back to that place again and again. It’s not about having a closet to pray in, it’s about carving out that time to pray on a consistent basis. It’s pointless to create a beautiful space if you don’t develop the habit to come back every day. I told myself this one day while staring defeatedly at my own prayer closet.

This 6-part blog series is many months in the making. It’s the series about finding the time, creating the space, and enjoying the joy and peace of giving God set-apart moments, in His presence, in the calm. And I didn’t write it because I’ve figured it all out and it comes easy. I wrote this series because I’m still learning and God is still working patiently with me to make change in my heart. This is a process and a 6 simple blog posts are just the snapshots of the beginning of a life-long journey.

Are you ready to make some changes in your prayer life? I’m not going to lie to you and tell you it’s easy. We’re talking the patience of the saints here (Revelation 14:12). It takes commitment and a unrelenting desire to draw closer to the Father. But, oh, is it worth it!

I so cannot wait to share my heart and some of the ideas I’ve curated from other great posts and videos, as well as a few of my own ideas! Check out the blog every Friday morning for the next 5 weeks to read each new post and let me know your thoughts in the comments 🙂

Stay blessed!

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23. If it Makes You Happy | 31 Days

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Last night, I was gushing to the BF how much I love writing. Not just coming up with words and putting together sentences. I do like that but I love the act of writing. Having a good pen in my hand, the feel of ink on a page and the look of the letters between the lines. It’s so nerdy but I love it! I know I mentioned this in my post My Writer’s Heart, but I have to say again how much I love the look of handwriting on a page. It’s almost inexplicable but it makes me happy. 

Last night, my family gave me a bouquet a roses to congratulate my getting my diploma. The flowers make my desk look lovely. I love flowers. I love the way they make a room look graceful and homey. I love looking at them. It makes me happy.  

The things I really love about life are simple things. Ink on paper. A vase of flowers. Books lined up on a shelf. Piano music. Baking cookies. Time with my family. Singing my favorite songs. I’m not a complicated person but sometimes I allow myself to be a bit too complex. I’m not sure that’s really called for. Too often I let situations rob me of my simplicity. Life isn’t simple but that doesn’t mean I can’t be. 

I think that the older I get, the more I crave simplicity in how I live. I don’t want get to a point where the little things that make me happy to get swallowed up by the craziness around me. It happened during my busy college season and I wish I had been better about guarding a few precious moments with my notebook and pen, cookie dough in the kitchen, etc.. I’ve come to the conclusion that hustle seasons don’t mean that the simple things get kicked to the curb. In fact, it’s during the busy times that we need those things the most.

Even if it’s just for a few minutes. 

I’m not at all good at so many things but I’m working on them and I want to function from a place of joy and calm and beauty. And that means I have to take a little time for those simple things that make me happy, healthy, thoughtful, and present.

A good book. A bowl of my favorite pasta. My favorite playlist on Spotify. The scent of a nice candle. A walk in the park. A bouquet of fresh flowers.

Ink on paper.

If it makes you happy, if it brings you peace, if it reminds you of what’s important, if it brings you out of the chaos, if it slows you down, pay attention. God often gives gifts in small packages. Take time to open them. You won’t regret. He always knows just exactly what makes you happy.         

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18. Childhood Speaks | 31 Days

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My bedroom in my childhood home faced the West. That meant that the sun set right outside my window. God painted the sky in brilliant reds, purples, pinks, and oranges. Like snowflakes and finger prints, no two evening skies were the same. It was most glorious in the fall because the painting would backdrop the flaming autumn trees. Couple that with a crisp October breeze and the effect was absolutely breathtaking.

I wish I had a picture to show you.

I don’t have the best recall which kills me because I have so many great memories. When I do have a random mental snapshot, they often give me great insight about myself. I remember the games I used to play or the things I used to spend hours and hours doing. And while I don’t aspire to play with Barbie dolls, there are things that I wish I hadn’t let go of just because I grew up. 

I get that not every kid who says he wants to be a firefighter when he grows up actually becomes a firefighter. But some of them do. When I look back at the things that make up my childhood, I see connections to several of the things I’ve done over the past decade. And I also see connections to what I always seem to want to do as an adult. My interests haven’t changed with time, they’ve just matured with age.

It seems the older I get, the more my childhood speaks to me. The more I think about autumn sunsets. The more I think about who I really am inside and how I want to live my life. I think that when we look back at the pure, innocent places of our childhood, the places of creativity, honesty, and discovery, we see some of our best moments. The older I get, the more I want to reconnect with those things that make me who I am today. The more I want to listen when my childhood speaks.   

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14. Do Not Hand Over the Mic | 31 Days

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I was listening to a couple of writer interviews yesterday and both of them talked about how they deal with trolls and people who speak negatively and inappropriately in their lives and about their work. One of them said something really interesting–do not hand over the mic.

Handing someone a microphone is not just letting someone talk to you. It’s also allowing their words have an effect on you. It’s considering what they have to say and giving them space in your mind. 

There are people in our lives who think that they have something to say about us and the way we live our lives. I’m not talking about true friends and mentors who love and understand us and really want what’s best for us. I’m talking about those who act like they know you but have never taken the time to be a friend and then speak to you like they’re entitled to an opinion. I’m talking about the people who just want to argue for the sake of arguing and really have no interest in your opinion. I’m talking about the people who just want to hear themselves talk. 

Do not hand those people the mic. Do not give just anyone room to plant their ideas and opinions in their head. That doesn’t mean you should be rude, but when the negativity and snark and, well, stupid remarks start coming, step away and don’t let yourself internalize any of it.

In such a noisy world, with so many people and things vying for our attention on a daily basis, we don’t have time or space for words that don’t uplift, encourage, challenge, or motivate. Surround yourself with people who are truly interested in real conversation and relationship. Life is just too short for anything less.

It’s your mic. Do not hand it over to just anyone.  

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13. Comparison Kills | 31 Days

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Ever read a book and think, man! I wish I could write like that! That author has such a great way with words! Happens to me all the time. And then I look at other blogs. They’ve got amazing graphics and gorgeous type and posts that get shared all over Pinterest. Writer’s confession: I get a tad jealous. Not the green-eyed monster variety, but the wistful sigh kind where you wish them every writerly happiness but wish that you could be like that too. Right now.

It’s like when you’re single and everybody and their mother is either getting engaged, getting married, or having children. You’re happy for them but you can’t help wishing it were your turn too!

And then it goes past wishing. You start comparing. She must be successful because she has this and that. You’re obviously not successful because you don’t posses this and that. She has come this far in her life because she did these things and went to those places. You’re obviously behind schedule because you did not. She’s prettier. She’s more educated. She has more experience. She has more money.

Comparison a vicious cycle. And it kills. It kills your drive, your creativity, your passion, your authenticity, your honesty, and your dreams.

There’s nothing wrong with looking at someone else’s life and taking note of their successes and failures. We can learn from one another and we should. It’s like when you’re at the gym and the person next to you is killing it on the elliptical. You’re inspired and start hustling a little harder yourself. That’s good. But what if you look at that person and start thinking, Man, she’s so good at that! I wish I was that good. I wish I looked that good in yoga pants! I’ll never have such an awesome figure. Her hair even looks good! Why can’t I ever get that messy bun look when I do my hair? I’ll bet she’s got a gorgeous husband and a couple of really great kids too. WHAT IS MY LIIIIIIIIIFE!!!!!!?!?!?! 

Some people are challenged by the people around them and that takes maturity and guts. I’m not naturally like that. I have to work hard at staying in my lane, not paying too much attention to the progress of the people around me, and quit comparing myself to them. Cause the truth is, you don’t know what their life is like. You don’t know what challenges they face or the battles they have to fight every single day. You don’t know what it cost them to get where they are. You don’t know how long it took them to get there. If you did know, you wouldn’t be so quick to compare.

Every life has a back story. Every victory has its moments of defeat. We can’t judge a life based on the snapshot view we have. We can’t compare our whole experience to the few details we know about someone else. It doesn’t work that way. You have to be honest with yourself and willing to be authentic with everyone else. This is your story. God has unique plans for your life. None of that is going to look like anyone else’s experience and you wouldn’t want it to.

Don’t let comparison kill. You don’t want to look back years from now wishing you had been your best self rather a cheap knock off brand of someone else.

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11. The Dip | 31 Days

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So I have finally reached what Seth Godin calls “the dip”. I haven’t actually read his book by that name but from what I understand, a dip is a temporary setback that gets better if you just keep pushing past the difficulty and moving forward. 

We’ve all experienced the dip in some form or fashion. You feel like you don’t have any more ideas, you don’t have any more strength, you don’t know how to solve the problem, and you just want to quit. 

I’ve reached that point now. Day 10 of 31. Couldn’t even make it halfway before reaching this valley in my creativity. To be honest, I even procrastinated. I watched a couple Youtube videos, scrolled through my email, dozed off… Finally, I knew I didn’t have enough time to make my morning deadline if I didn’t get to it and just start writing. 

But apparently, it gets better. Pushing through a dip is just fighting through the gunk to get to the good stuff: reaching a goal, solving a problem, finishing a complicated task, coming up with the idea. 

I would rather not post when I don’t feel good about my writing. I’m extremely insecure and I’d rather hide then put myself out there. But I have to because I committed to 31 days. I don’t imagine we produce our best work when we’re in a dip but staying committed, remaining consistent is the only way to get to the good stuff. We don’t get anywhere without trying. You have to keep pushing through the dip. Cause it gets better. 

I think I just added another title to my reading list. 

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10. Forever in His Care | 31 Days

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I was on Pinterest or Instagram the other day and I saw a quote that went something like, “My favorite childhood memory is not paying bills.”

Can I get a witness? Adulthood is wonderful, to be sure, but I do miss the simplicity of my childhood.

I was going through some of my old writing and I came across the lyrics to one of my absolute favorite songs of all times. As a music lover and a book nerd, the term “favorite” is not something I can easily assign but this song will always be one of them.

I don’t think there was ever a time when I didn’t know it but sometimes I forget the truth in the lyrics I know by heart. They’re a beautiful reminder that I don’t have to worry about a thing. God has promised to take care of me no matter what I’m going through.

“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.”

Deuteronomy 31:6

So here’s a piece of my childhood. It’s by First Call and was originally on their 1987 album Somethin’ Takes Over.

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Yeah, lol just a bit before my time. Just a bit.

Anyway, I hope it blesses you as it has me for the past 25 years.

Forever In His Care

There was a time when I would fret about the time that lies ahead

Until the time my Savior said “You are Mine, never forget.”

So why should I worry if it shines or rains?

I’m safe and warm under His wings

I’m in no hurry for an earthly thing

I’m forever in His care

Troubles come and troubles go

Can’t change a thing by worrying so

I’m kissing goodbye to my worldly woes

I’m forever in His care

He robes the meadow with flowers bright

He see the sparrow fall

And though He leads me through the darkest night

I’m sheltered in His wings

Protected through it all

So why should I worry if it shines or rains?

I’m forever in His care?

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8. My Writer’s Heart | 31 Days

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I love pencils. Brand new #2 pencils. Ticonderoga are my brand of choice.

I love fine tip pens. I have a hard time with ballpoint. Pilot G-2 07s are my staple. 

I love books. Stacks of books. Stacks and stacks. They follow me everywhere.

I love new notebooks. Spiral bound are comfortable, old friends but legal pads and stenos have quickly found there place in my writer’s heart. 

I love autumn. It’s my favorite season and one of the biggest things I miss about my Chicago childhood. Texas season just aren’t the same. 

I love peppermint tea. And ginger tea. Oh yeah, ginger tea!! And I love hot cocoa. With sweet cream.

I love the way handwriting looks on paper. There’s something about long hand writing that has such beauty. Perfect type on a screen doesn’t convey the same unspoken feeling as an individual’s personal handwriting. Emails and texting have earned their place but I wish letter writing was still a thing. 

Did I mention I love books? I love how they look lined up on my shelves.

I love libraries, and office supply stores. I love quiet coffee shops and bookstores humming with people perusing shelves and flipping through periodicals. 

I love words. Written and spoken. The way a painter must paint and a scientist must experiment, I must write. It’s an interesting pull. It’s insatiable. It’s natural. It’s lovely.


I think anticipating NaNoWriMo is making me extra reflective and introspective and a bit nostalgic for years gone by. But I dug this old piece out 3 years ago. It’s not very good but it’s still true.

I Write In the Morning

I write in the morning when the sun peeks through the trees.

When the air is brand new and the world revived.

When my words are fresh, when my slate it clean.

I write in the morning.

I write when there’s a song in my heart.

When His Word is foremost in my thoughts.

When birds sing.

When wind blows.

When all is peaceful.

When all is well.

I write.

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6. Practice Not Included | 31 Days

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When I was a kid, I took ice skating lessons. I loved the rush of cold past my face as I sailed across the ice. I was given my own pair of beautiful white skates. My slender kiddo form was a great asset to the sport and I loved every minute of it.

But I was afraid to fall.

I was too cautious and afraid to lose control that I failed the second level. So I quit. My skates just sat in my closet until they were too small to wear anymore and, now that I think about it, I don’t remember what happened to them. We probably gave them away. I’ll never know if God had professional skating in His plan for my life but I do know that fear falling at prevented me from developing a solid talent on the ice.

My brother is better at the piano than I am even though I’ve had more formal music training than he did. We both have a natural ear and deep love for music and while I have a few more technical skills then he does, he is, hands down, the better musician.

Why?

Cause he’s has the patience to figure it out. He’ll sit there and piece out the chords and melody lines ’til he gets it right. I know how some things are done but I don’t have the patience to sit through sour notes, missed chords, and the reputation that’s required when mastering an instrument. So I stay in one spot, not growing in my craft of piano playing.

Yesterday, I wrote about not being good at everything. Those things we don’t have a natural talent or liking for that require an extra push to get done. For me, that’s math. But what about the things we may have actual talent for? Our creative God gives us creative talents and passions as a gift. But while He may have given the gift, the practice isn’t included. That’s your job.

Every artist must refine her craft. This is why they’re artists. Their very soul craves the art but they must still pursue the process. Being an artist isn’t about being a prodigy, it’s about the tireless pursuit of that which you can’t help but want to share with the world.

We still have to practice the things we love. An athlete wakes up before dawn to get to the track. A singer exercises and strengthens his vocal chords on a daily basis. The homemaker is intentional about finding new ways to manage time and economize. The teacher makes a point to get to know her students so she can best reach them. This is art. It must be practiced so we become better at it.

I still like the cold against my face when I’m on the ice but I haven’t mastered a basic sliding stop and can’t do much more than go around the rink in cautious circles. I love the feeling of the keys under my fingers but I haven’t taken the time to patiently strengthen my coordination and music reading.

Pursuing your art, the work you naturally love and want to share, means letting yourself fall over and over and over again until your leg muscles learn and master what you expect of them. That means pushing through the pain of exercises until your fingers fly across the keys without you thinking about it. It’s a process. It’s a practice. It’s showing up consistently and not quitting even when you feel like you’re not getting anywhere.

That’s why I’m doing Write 31 Days. I’ve been told I’m a good writer and I definitely have a passion for the written word. But I sorely need the practice. So every morning this month, I’ve committed to sitting myself down and not getting up until I hit the  publish button. After years of struggling to ‘make time’ to practice the craft of writing, I decided to take the bull by the horns and just do it.

Being afraid to fall is a function of a deeper artist issue that’s plagued my life: the pursuit of perfect work.

Perfection in art will kill your craft faster than anything else.

It killed my skills on the ice.

It’s killing my talent for the piano.

It could kill my abilities as a writer.

Allowing yourself to fall and fumble through sour notes while practicing is one thing. It’s still a relatively safe place. But shipping art to the public in an imperfect state is a totally different story. And it’s that need for perfection that keeps us from shipping anything at all.

But you have to ship. And you have to ship imperfect stuff so you can learn to create better stuff. It’s an ongoing process that never ends. Your art will never be perfect. Your craft will always need tweaking and there will be new tricks of the trade to discover.

So practice! Let yourself fall. Force yourself to listen to the sour notes. Hit publish. Don’t let the pursuit of perfect art keep you from experiencing and sharing the art itself. You’ve been given a gift and a unique life voice. Don’t get in your own way of sharing it with the world.

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