Becoming Vulnerable 30 Day Writing Challenge ~ Day 2

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WELCOME to day two of the Becoming Vulnerable 30 Day Writing Challenge!

We are committed.

We are giving ourselves the gift of creativity today.

We are surrendering to the process.

With each prompt we are allowing ourselves to not only BECOME more VULNERABLE, with this process we are being more honest with ourselves.

Here I am at my desk, pen in hand, ready to begin this day. The energy has shifted. The clouds have lifted.

I breathe…

Take a deep breath… don’t think about it… allow what comes up to guide you. We will start with a warm-up, set your timer for 2 minutes:

Warm-up prompt: TODAY I FEEL… (BEGIN!)

Deep breath– release…

Day 2 prompt: THE ROOM WAS DARK… (Set timer for 6 minutesBEGIN!)

The room was dark…

END TIME!!!

How did that feel? Tell me about the process…

There is no right or wrong way to do the prompts. They can be written in the form of prose or poetry, 1st person or 3rd, in the voice of your main character or villain… the point is to write… to keep writing… to stay with me and not give up.

This morning I attempted to write my “Morning Pages” (from Julia Cameron’s, The Artist Way) but on most mornings I need more of a gentle guide before I start writing in that way and prompts help. Some days I open a book and grab the first words that speak to me. During our 30 days writing together I will be doing pretty much the same grabbing prompts from my long list of words that speak to me. In the coming days the prompts will shift and change. I will be adding to our writing time daily/weekly. We will be pushing ourselves a little more each day. Don’t give up! I’ve got you!

Please share your responses to the 30 Day ~ Becoming Vulnerable Writing Challenge on the comment section for this post in my blog.

Wishing you all the most beautiful day filled with love, light and continual inspiration.

And so it is. Namaste. Aché

With all my love,
Alicia

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6 thoughts on “Becoming Vulnerable 30 Day Writing Challenge ~ Day 2

  1. Warm-up prompt: Today I feel a little tired. Some pains in my neck, some pains, some aches, but I am present. I am here. I am open. I feel stronger more ready to begin this day. I feel grounded… more certain… more clear… with direction. Every breath I take bringing me closer to wholeness. To be WHOLE… a fullness. This is what I feel today. FULL. CLEAR. READY. END TIME!

    Prompt: The room was dark… as I sit here I am thinking about how comfortable not moving can be. I should be afraid of this room but its very familiar. The room is dark. The windows are sealed shut. The velvet curtains are stapled to the walls. He told me I could never leave. He warned me to never attempt to open the curtains or look outside of the window. There is a mirror in this room. I am able to see my reflection… barely. I am in the dark… I can see the whites in my eyes turning red. Not from fear or exhaustion or anger… it feels more like the hope bursting through the veins. Seeing what is right in front of me. This darkness is intended to break my spirit. This darkness is intended to hold me back. This room is intended to cage me… imprison me. This darkness is intended to break my spirit. This darkness is intended to hold me back. The darkness in this room cannot prevent me from leaving. For a while I sat still. I didn’t move around in this room, but today I will throw a chair through the window, tear down the curtains and free myself. And so it is. END TIME!

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  2. Day Two

    Warm-up prompt: TODAY I FEEL… (BEGIN!) – Two Minutes

    Today I feel down. My mind constantly betrays me. Rather than focus on the sweetness of ignorance, my mind and heart are focused on the bitterness of reality and the pain that comes with…

    Day 2 prompt: THE ROOM WAS DARK… (Set timer for 6 minutes–BEGIN!)

    The room was dark, dark in a way that was new to me. I have spent countless hours in this room with the lights off, thinking too much, too far in the past, and too far in the future. But today was different. The darkness of the room was accompanied by an ungodly chill. The unfamiliarity and coldness made me move towards the wall, in search of the light switch. My eyes could no longer take the absence of light that I had often sought refuge in.

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    1. WOW… can I just tell you that I felt that chill. “thinking too much… too far into the past and future..” girrrllll… so we breathe. This darkness is all too familiar. So what happens when you find the light switch? Thank you for your share ❤ I felt all of this ❤

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      1. I’m glad that I saw your posts on Facebook. I have been dealing with some serious writer’s block and needed something to help me. 🙂 I love reading your writing.

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      2. Thank YOU beloved for answering and joining. I am truly enjoying writing with you. Sometimes it just helps to know somewhere out there there is someone who is with us… and supports us. Thank you… I love reading your responses.

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  3. Today I feel…
    extremely tense. I don’t know what is the correct balance between allowing myself to feel and pushing myself to move forward. Today I feel like I am in an in-between state where I do not know what to do. I’m not sure if this state is good or bad. I always feel the need to make decisions about my next move and to be sure of what I want to do. I always try to live intentionally, but maybe striving towards that has come at a cost of overanalyzing and over thinking things. I am a perfectionist and overachiever, so maybe I just need to chill for a second and allow myself to feel, to just be. I try to deny my emotions a lot and make sense of them, but sometimes they just don’t make sense no matter how I try to analyze them.
    The Room was Dark…
    and she felt uncomfortable. She usually sleeps with a light on, but her landlord recently yelled at her for the high electricity bill. She decided that it was time to start trying to sleep with the lights off.
    It felt uncomfortable. She didn’t like the feeling of not knowing what was around her. Even though she knew the placement of her furniture, clothes, phone, computer, and other items, she still felt uneasy about being in the darkness.
    Nothing is going anywhere. Nobody is coming into your room. There are no surprises here. Allow yourself to rest. She tried to remind herself of these statements, but the darkness was overwhelming. She could not stand the idea of one of her senses being taken away from her electively. She felt like she needed to have control over everything, even when she was sleeping.
    She knew that none of this made sense and that it was silly to be afraid of the dark. Being afraid of the dark made her childlike in that way. Stunted.
    Her fear of darkness heightened her anxiety in a way that she did not realize. The fear, worry, and concern seeped into her dreams and the light merely shined upon all the insecurities she had about herself and the world around her. The light would not save her. The light only amplified her issues. Maybe if she accepted the temporary darkness she would receive some rest. It is exhausting to feel like you have to control everything all the time.
    On some nights when she was brave enough to close the lights, she felt a difference. It was as if she slipped into the deepest sleep where she did not even remember the things that were going on around her. She didn’t dream, she didn’t worry about her insecurities or relationships, she just was. It was refreshing.
    Those nights, the sun came up the next day and graced her with healing light to act as her natural alarm clock. She woke up with a new light, not the one emanating from her bedside lamp tainted by the heaviness of the night before.
    She took a deep breath and began her day.

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