Last night I synced something with something on my phone, and just like that, 150 notes from my Notes app disappeared. After searching for a solution and trying a few suggestions (including restarting my phone twice), I had to admit that the notes were gone. I set about writing a list of the notes I had lost and trying to recreate the ones that seemed important. One of the missing notes was a list of blog post topics that I have been adding to for years. For a moment when I realized it was gone, my blood ran cold, but then I realized that honestly, I haven’t referred to the list in the longest time. New ideas for blog posts come to me literally every day, and I don’t think it should be hard to write a new list soon enough.
One of the most helpful benefits of writing for me has been that the more I write, the easier it is to find what to write about. Everything becomes interesting or important. Writing makes me notice the dots so I can connect them, which makes life feel bigger and full of layers, richness, and depth — and plot twists, surprises, and revelations. Outside of writing, this way of experiencing life helps me hold on a bit more tightly than I might otherwise to this process of shidduchim because I recognize that what I see right now isn’t all there can be.
