top of page

Let the pieces fall

When I'm writing, I let my thoughts fit together likes puzzle pieces. I'll retype a sentence and reread it over and over again until it feels right.


I let my intuition lead.


Not only for writing... I do that for life. I ask myself a question and pause. Does this piece fit into the path I'm on? Does it feel right? I listen to my gut and then make a choice.


When writing my first comedy sketch, I would try and force a bit over and over again, but it didn't work. It didn't feel funny in my head and it didn't make sense when I'd practice out loud. When I finally let it go, the rest fell into place. More pieces showed up and the sketch flowed.


That's how life should be.


I try and force something to work. Justify it. Study it. Try to understand it. Cry over it. Get mad at God over it.


The real beauty happens though when I let it go and watch where the pieces fall.

Related Posts

See All

Unrealistic Expectations

For him to ask you how you're doing. To visit the home you've put your heart into. To ask to hang out. To ask about your life. Your boyfriend. Your travels. Or hobbies. Or friends. To care.

There's a lot that no one knows about me.

Which is on purpose. I try very hard to be a kind person, but it's really a facade so I feel safe and protected at a distance. There's a reason for that. <7 Years Old: I was on a family vacation in Mi

Let me tell you about my boyfriend.

I was divorced for almost a year when he interviewed me for a job. When I accepted the offer, I was the only American with a team of 6 wonderful Lithuanians. Three of us were based in Chicago and the

bottom of page