Christina Rosalie

Posts from the “A Manifesto For Showing Up” Category

On developing a writing practice:

Posted on April 8, 2013

>      It doesn’t matter what you write, it matters that you write. It doesn’t matter if there are many good sentences. It just matters that in showing up you’ve cleared the way for a single good sentence. There is also simply the fact of habit. That in creating it, in something done everyday at the same time no matter what, you develop some reflexive muscle for doing your work. It becomes automatic in a way, though not necessarily easier. There will always be the in-bed bargaining. The first minutes of sleepy awakeness. But there will also be a goal streak to maintain. A promise with yourself to keep, and simpler than that: a habit that pulls you softly upright in the dark.…

Inspiration for your weekend:

Posted on September 28, 2012

{Printable Download} Because showing up matters. I think it matters more most days than having a good idea. Everyone has good ideas. It’s how you show up for them, daily, that makes them into something real and tangible and great. And showing up doesn’t mean doing something epic. It means doing something small, daily. It’s the ritual, the repetition, the cultivation of habit that ends up propelling you forward. It’s the fact that eventually, if you show up every day for ten minutes and just stare at your computer screen or your blank canvas or your notebook or whatever it is, you’ll eventually start to create. And the momentum of that daily act of showing up will become a cumulative creative force. It’s hard…

Just show up: What I learned while writing my book

Posted on September 25, 2012

One of the questions that I keep getting asked is: “how did you make it happen?” The book. As a mama of little boys. In graduate school. In the midst of a career change. All of it. And I’ve been thinking a lot about that; about what actually went into the process of dreaming something, and then dreaming it real, gradually and with persistence, despite the fact that nearly everything in my life suggested that making a book was a ludicrous idea. I mean really, who sets about the dream of making a book with a infant in tow, and a career up in the air? That’s something I was asked at least a dozen times when I started out, and I lived daily…