Let me show you just how powerful this journaling practice can be by deconstructing one part of my love-note writing journey to make peace with my body.

I’ve been experiencing big feelings—the ragey grief kind—since the Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, and I thought you would understand the way jagged snips of memory slice their way to consciousness, demanding attention.

A gratitude series focused on the wonders of my body

I hate that people use you to humiliate women when textured skin is a really normal part of being human.

You were glorious and steady and strong. You said everything I wanted you to say, and you were magnificent. I am so proud of you, so proud of us.

The creative-process phases, as I see them (based on the work of many other creative souls who’ve documented their own phases):
Everything is wonderful. I am wonderful.
Hmmm, this is harder than I expected.
Wow, this sucks.
I suck.
It’s still bad, but I think I can work with it.
This is wrapping up nicely. I might even be proud of it.
Hot damn, I’m finished. It just might be wonderful. Even if it’s not, it’s enough. I am enough.