Living in the Moment and Trusting the Process

In my most recent newsletter, I shared a writing tip that included two key pieces of advice an accomplished author received as an aspiring writer: allow yourself to write badly and trust the process.

I couldn’t help but think this was great advice for life in general.

Too often writers get so caught up in producing a polished piece that they don’t write at all. They forget about the fact that they can always go back and edit later. That bad writing – though, in my experience, what we think is bad is often not the case – is exponentially better than no writing at all.

How often do we caught up in what we think the end result is supposed to be in life rather than just living in the moment and seeing what happens next? How often do we get stuck in the perceived plan for work, family, love and relationships? How often to we get paralyzed when we should take action?

It can be a scary process for sure. To put into action the things we want to happen without knowing if our goals are actually attainable or even right for us.

You have to trust the process. And we each have our own process that is unique to us.

I’ve been told countless times that I will “get it done” and that I always do. This is true for me. When I look back at some of the things I’ve been fortunate enough to do in my life, I’ve simply found a way to do them. This is not to say I haven’t failed, because I certainly have. Those things that didn’t go my way? There was usually a reason they did not come to fruition because something better was around the corner for me.

We forget how to live in the moment at times. The countless amount of storms we have endured in Maine this winter have affected my plans. While this can be a burden, sometimes we just have to accept that our plans need to change or that we need to just stop what we are doing completely, even for a short period. Sometimes we don’t get to where we want to go and that’s OK. Sometimes we need to focus on whatever is happening at that moment and forget the other things that haunt us in our brains for attention.

Last Friday, I found myself having trouble with my deadlift again while working out. I can do squats and pushups all day long, but the bane of my existence in my workout regiment is the deadlift. I don’t know what it is, but it seems like every time I am introduced a new version of this exercise, I have trouble. It’s not that I don’t know the proper form or that I can’t lift the weight, because I can and I do. My trainer makes sure of this and I have plenty of encouragement from my workout buddies.

My brain gets in the way, telling me I’ve had trouble in the past. That I’m just not built to do it. This, of course, is not true. I keep on pushing myself to get past my reservations and I do it. Eventually. Much like writing, I get the bad deadlifting out of the way so that I can celebrate the good lifting later.

We make decisions every day of our life, some small and some big. They all affect us in the grand scheme of things. When I look back to the times I’ve stuck with what I wanted and what felt right to me versus what was perceived as a better plan, I am thankful for doing so.

I may not know what next month brings or even what tomorrow brings, but I have to trust the process. I know there’s a plan, and that I can figure things out along the way. After all, I always do. Things work out, even when I am faced with an unexpected route or when my own thinking sidetracks me.

It’s invigorating to get away from the plan and what looks good on paper, to live in the moment and trust the process, knowing you can always edit and make changes later. If we don’t allow ourselves to do so, are we really living to our full potential?


Be My Guest (Blogger) in January!

A couple of weeks ago, I shared 70 things I enjoyed or endured in 2014. I admitted that I was not quite sure how I kept the blog going so consistently during such a crazy year. But I did it, and I’m happy with the posts I put out into the blogosphere.

While #59 seemed to be the most popular item on my year in review list, I’ve got #4 on my mind right now. In fact, it’s probably going to consume me completely this month. That means that I need to concentrate my writing on pages that are not on the internet. Because, like most writers, I am writing until the very last minute of the drop deadline.

With that said, I know I have some really amazingly smart, witty, humorous readers and friends, many of whom write words on a regular basis that I read, comment on and enjoy. So I’ve decided to open the blog up for guest posters in January, and maybe in February if I get some good posts.

Want to be my guest here on this month? Here are a few basic guidelines for guest posts. Of course, your article will need to fit with my blog. Posts on parenting, an experience that gave you a different perspective on life, how you or someone you know incorporates giving into everyday life, relationships, life after divorce, writing, creativity, being an entrepreneur, and anything related to social good and bacon are all fair game here. I’m also open to photography submissions and /or vlogs since I always post a Wordless Wednesday.

Contact me here or message me on Facebook with your idea or post so we can figure out logistics. And, no, you do not need to have your own blog to be my guest. You just need to be able to string words together in a manner that makes sense to the readers here (and will be subject to light editing by me).

Will you submit a guest post for another jennifer?


As a writer, I constantly have words floating in my brain. Words pinging the inside of my head, looking for the right way to get out. Sometimes they are lost or come out in ways unexpected, good and bad. Other times they flow out in a beautiful fashion. Those are the best times. Every now and then I might regret words, but that doesn’t happen often. I’m pretty deliberate with my words, often thinking far too much about what they mean and going back to explain them if they are misunderstood.

10553356_10152531841913558_4920417115845206146_nI was at a loss for words at the AYA Summit last week. By the end of the day on Thursday, there were tears, heart palpitations, and feelings of shock, happiness and empowerment all rolled into one. The bloggers in the room looked at each other and could barely speak. How do you explain the experience of hearing the words that explained exactly how those more than 200 Nigerian girls were kidnapped from their school as told from a brave young woman who escaped within 24 hours of the abduction? How do you share the brilliant and poignant performances of a homeless woman and poet determined to be a role model for young girls and the Hollywood actress staying true to her roots and telling African women stories through her play.

Sometimes there are no words, though I will attempt to recap my experience at the summit soon.

I’ve become more mindful of words over the years. They have so much power. Words. They can hurt you or fill your heart with love. They can comfort, make you laugh or thrust you into action. And then, of course, there are the words we are too afraid to say. I feel bad for those words, stuck in someone’s mind just itching to come out. I’ve got some of those words, but I try not to let them stay in my head for too long.

The best part about being a writer is when you find out that your own words have touched someone else. Knowing our words have meaning keeps us going. And writing more words.

I’ve experienced so many words this year that have given me much to think about, to celebrate and be thankful for. Meaningful words with meaningful people in so many different ways. They set the scene for the storylines of our lives.

And I thank you for reading my words.

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