I’m writing this on my phone
Because I can
And to remind myself
That I don’t need anything
To start creating.
I know it’s cliche to say “start now, don’t worry about having the right equipment or what-have-you,” but this truth is hitting me in a new way right now.
See, I had decent equipment, a simple setup: a quiet place to shut out distractions, a handful of tech tools that made creation easier.
But now I don’t. I left all that behind when my little family fled our home because toxic mold was making us mentally and physically ill. Now I don’t even have a room with a door to shut. My 9-month-old and I sleep in my parents’ den and try to tune out my little brothers’ noise whether attempting to work or rest.
I don’t feel like creating. I don’t just “not feel like it” in an apathetic way; I struggle to feel anything but lousy. The mold took its toll and I still deal with symptoms of the illness fairly constantly.
Today, though, I’m deciding not to use my excuses. Today I’m deciding to write, even though that means pecking away on my phone while lying in bed. Today I’m deciding to create.