We have a bookshelf now. It holds my stuff, [currently a lot less of] his stuff, precious memories, touches of whimsy, and some awkward reminders of life yet unlived.

I brought a lot of writing (and drawing) craft books from California to my erstwhile home in Illinois, and I’ve since toted them to my (our!) new home in Maryland. However, I’m embarrassed to admit that I have not really delved into most of them at all. They sit, looking pretty, making me feel like maybe I’ll become the writer and artist I’m supposed to be someday, because at least I’ve made a start with these tepid gestures of intent.

But that’s not enough.

Earlier this month, we took a trip to the American Museum of Natural History when it was open after dark. There, in a humble corner case, rests a glimmer of the origins of the universe.

Our universe is marvelous, vast, a gift beyond our comprehension or capacity to repay it. We are made of stardust—born to shine—but only here for a short while.

Today, I found a thought-provoking, helpful blog post about self-sabotage (i.e., getting in our own way) that discusses the problem and possible solutions from a positive psychology perspective. I encourage you to read it (and explore the included videos and other resources) and consider how internal resistance may have kept you from doing what you love (e.g., writing or drawing) up until now—and how to fight back.

Please remember, though, my dears, that you are worth so much more than your productivity at any given time. You don’t have to wring forward motion out of every moment of your life. You are stardust, and you matter just by being here. Don’t ever lose sight of your sparkle.