Anticipating the time of resolutions, I hit the coffee shop this morning to continue efforts on my WIP.  In the first draft stage, I much prefer writing in my notebook to tapping keys on a laptop.  It’s easier to engage the imagination by moving a pen across the page.  I took yesterday off and a mere one day away strengthened the wall of resistance.  You know what I mean, that little interior voice that says you're going to fail.  It took longer than usual to push through this morning, but the transitional moment finally did arrive.  
Rituals help.  A journal with unlined pages, embellished with keepsakes, in this case, a card which someone sent me years ago.  I love the quote, attributed to Mexican poetry.  Here's what it says:
"In the evening, when every sound lies sleeping, when all the doors are shut and the soul is open, memories, like quiet visitors, arrive."
It was sent by a dear friend on the first anniversary of my son's death from leukemia.  That was 18 years ago and the fact that she thought to do this still resonates in my heart.  It's a reminder that there are people out there pulling for me, even when I feel most alone.  It lifts me up.  It helps me face the uncertainty of creating a new story.  And I am grateful for the gifts of friendship and support, two things that help push away the dark in this season of the year.
Okay.  Ignition.  Pick up the pen once again.  Here we go.