Life is movement. Some of it is the good stuff-growth and learning and excitement-and much of it is the difficult stuff-like forgiveness and grief and letting go. Movement teaches us about ourselves.
In a way, writing is a metaphor for life’s movement. As a practice, memoir writing inherently involves surprises, things we didn’t expect to happen on the page, things that ask us to let go of the original plan.
What do you hold on to?
What seems to hold on to you?
Where do you sense your life is heading?
In what ways do you want to grow?
