One of the hard parts about being a writer in 2025 is we don’t print off our pages every day. In typewriter times you could see how much you accomplished by looking at the stack of pages on the edge of your desk. Now you’re just saving files in folders and it feels like you haven’t accomplished anything. In all parts of my career I struggle with seeing how far I’ve come, but then sometimes you have a weekend like last weekend & you can see really clearly how much you’ve grown.
Last weekend I was presenter Jessica. 2 live presentations at a conference on Saturday, and a 3rd presentation Monday night via zoom. What surprised me, (completely, totally, and in the best of ways) is how energetically fine I am today.
In the past when I presented, energetically it would kick my ass. I would have an energy hangover, that could take days or even weeks for me to shake. I would have picked up the energy from the entire room & had the hopes and dreams of all those baby writers pulling on me for guidance long after my sessions had ended.
Today I feel a little tired, but it feels normal tired from having an early morning. It’s not to my bones, unable to function, mental depletion–which is what I had come to expect after public events.
Today, I can see how far I’ve come since 2020 regarding my energetic work, and I am so PROUD of myself. I don’t know if I’ve ever worked harder at anything in my life than trying to get a handle on my mirror-touch synesthesia and navigating experiencing other peoples thoughts, feelings, and physical sensations.
It’s taken acupuncture, rolfing, energy healers, energy coaches, books, meditation, journaling, trips to see how other mediums/energy people work and practice–so much fucking practice. Practice setting boundaries. Practice asking “Is this mine?” when my body is suddenly overtaken with a sensation. Practice being honest and vulnerable. Practice letting people in and (sometimes) letting people go.
For the first time in five years I have hope I may be able to use my skills in an energetically sustainable way without going insane or physically making myself ill. It’s the oddest kind of victory, but I’ll take it. I’ll celebrate it. And, I’m grateful for letting me share it with you.
This week’s 7 cards is up.
It was a little late due to all the teaching. (And now that I type that I even managed to channel that information in what would have previously been an energetic dead-zone time… another victory.)
My hope is I’m back to writing for serious face this week, and Master Creative Energy gets back to its normally scheduled programming.