A Letter to Resistance
An Old Trickster Friend of Mine
Hello Resistance, my old friend,
I see you. I recognize you. You haven’t changed much since the las time you were around; your ways are quite similar. I just said no to something big yesterday so that I could say yes to writing time, and here you are to challenge me on that. Here you are reminding me of all the things that need to be done; calls to make, bills to pay, dishes to be washed, Christmas presents to wrap, order, and send off… and of course the list goes on.
When I am not pulled away by the things that, yes, do need to be done, but not at this moment; you are encouraging me to scroll through social media. Lulling me into the false comforts checking other people’s lives and the news and coaxing me into disappearing into my phone.
Maybe I need to read something that someone else wrote first, before I can write. Someone who knows more and has more experience and is more widely read that me. You whisper that I need to do this, but that is not true. I see your trickster ways.
Rather than ignore you, I acknowledge your presence. I sit down, light my candle, and write about you. Because there is always time to write, if I truly want there to be. If I do the work to prioritize it then it happens. Some days it is 10 minutes, some days 5 or maybe only 1, but I am choosing to show up to the page and write. Here I am! And as soon as I do I feel more grounded.
We will meet again you and I. Perhaps, I will not always meet you so calmly, but I hope I am able to come back to this piece and feel into and remember the truth of it.
Adios for now,
Me
