The Midweek Journal : Volume 2 : The Dust Bunny

My writing teacher Robin says when I show up to writing class, I already get an “A”. Which is amazing, because if you know me - or perhaps you don’t yet - I am an extremely harsh critic of myself. I wish I could go through life thinking that I already had an A in the class called life.

That would keep me from criticizing myself so intensely. Where does the judgement come from? I wish I could scrub it all away using my old, crusty loofah in my shower. There it is again! The judgement. Why does it have to be “crusty” or “old”? Why can’t I see this as a perfectly good loofah that still does the job?

Here I sit struggling to go on writing (because once again) the judgment guys! Is it my schooling, my parents? Ultimately its a problem that needs to be resolved. Or is that me judging myself? See? It’s getting confusing now.

Like the hose brush on the vacuum cleaner - I wish I could closely target this giant dust bunny of judgement and suck it away from the deep grooved window corners of my soul. There I would be able to find that place of total confidence, of total peace. Where I could take my garden clippers and finally snip myself free from the tangled thorny rosebush of judgment.

(10 minute write, 11/6/25)