Happy 11th birthday and a joyous welcome home

Patti Digh seeing LIAV for the first timeIn 2005 on this very date, I sat down at a bulky, old, desktop computer in my family room surrounded by the noise of living, and started writing. The computer was on a file cabinet, not a desk, with no space for my legs, so I sat sideways, typing.

At the time, I was 45 years old. My oldest daughter was 12, and my youngest child was just a little over one year old. John, my husband, was going to turn 49 the next month.

Life was chaotic in the way it is with kids and owning your own business, which is John and I both do. I was 9 years into running my own business and John had already logged 23 years owning his bookstore. I had written two business books and circumnavigated the globe a few times, starting when I was 16 and an exchange student to Sri Lanka, and then into my global diversity work. I had divorced one husband, married the real one, and was living in Asheville, North Carolina, for just one year, after over 20 years of living in downtown Washington, D.C.

At the time I started writing, we lived near downtown in Asheville, in a 110-year-old house with original radiators that clanged and sometimes scared me, they were so loud and unexpected and competent. I had just the month before finished a long diversity training project for a major global corporation that had kept me on the road every single weekday for several years, taking just enough time off from that work to have a baby and go back on the road.

It was time to stop moving. It had been time for quite a while.

So, I sat. I had no idea where my next paycheck was coming from, but I decided to use the downtime to start writing stories to leave behind for my two children. I wrote on the ugliest Typepad blog imaginable. I didn’t care, and didn’t know. The whole story of why I started writing what I did is here.

That year, as I wrote, a lot of people found my blog and started reading it, and we started having conversations, and building community. It turns out, many of us want to live more intentional, mindful, meaningful lives, and many of us (all of us) have stories to tell, and in the telling we can discover their meaning. The blog won awards, even though it broke every blogging rule, which I didn’t know at the time. Very long essays, just once a week, when the experts call for 800-word posts every day. Turns out, ignorance really is bliss. I just wrote.

Amidst the toddler screams and learning to walk, amidst the middle school angst and sleepovers and band concerts and marching band performances, amidst the deaths and betrayals and illnesses and diagnoses and disappointments and joys, I wrote. Amidst the weight gains and losses, the hurt feelings, the panic at aging, the starting and graduating of college by one child and the Autism diagnosis of the other, amidst cancer in our household, amidst business brilliance and betrayals and failures, amidst the decline and deaths of parents, and amidst all the living of the life with all its pockets of sunshine and rain, I wrote.

And I’ve never been happier than the first two years of that writing.

After those two years, a publisher came to me and asked to make a book from my stories, which became Life is a Verb, my favorite of the books I have written. Why is it my favorite? Because while it was my third book at the time (now third of 8 books), it was my first that was fully embodied in me, not in a role I was playing as a business person, not in what people expected to hear, not in what was “best practice,” not in what was safe or simply well constructed.

It was the first that was fully me, and it was written with one single intention–to leave my stories behind for my children. Not to write a blog, not to attract readers, not to get a book contract, not to impress people, not to show my cleverness. Simply to leave behind my stories for my children. That was it. I ignored my audience, and I wrote what I longed to say (which is my advice to all bloggers who ask me the secret of my success. I can see their shoulders droop ever so slightly when I answer in that way.) I wrote like an orphan, disconnected from what people might say or think. I wrote in the days before bloggers posted how many minutes it would take you to read their post, as if that was a measure of anything.

And then, the book was successful. Readers invited me to their communities to read from it, and I went. To 42 cities, none of this wild tour organized by my publisher, all by community. That was one of the most amazing times of my life. Such community, such trust, such love, such exploration of what matters

And then, my publisher wanted another book, and another, until I had written eight altogether.

I know I have made strong offers with these books. I am proud of them. I have written books that have changed lives–I know this because so many people have told me so. And I have loved each of my books in a different way, believing they have made strong offers into the world.

But I have never loved one as much as Life is a Verb. Why?

That single intention. It changes things. It deepens the work. It frees you up. It helps your voice resonate inside your own body until you feel it bouncing in there, and it echoes so deeply it must come out, having filled up all the space inside. We believe writing is an intellectual act; it is an embodied one instead, one we must feel in our bodies. That is truth. That is wholeness. That is saying what you long to say, and finding out what you long to say through the act of writing, not before.

The photograph accompanying this post is one of my favorite photographs of myself, ever, ever, ever. It is the very moment I opened the box of books from the publisher and saw Life is a Verb for the first time, a moment captured by John as he watched.

Why is this a favorite? I had two previous books by this time, so why this one?

Because the other two books, while important contributions to the field in which they were written, felt like out-of-body experiences. The first was a Fortune magazine “best business book” for the year it was published, but when I opened that box, I felt nothing. When I opened the box of second books, also a business book, nothing. But when I opened that box of Life is a Verb, oh, the rush through my whole being. That was a fully embodied feeling, a happiness I had not experienced, the feeling of being fully, truly alive.

And yes, I felt that way not only because it was fully me, my voice, but because it had beautifully become a community project honoring all those who had contributed art to it in an amazing turn of events just before publication.

I want that feeling back. I want that feeling I felt when I was writing in 2005 back in that family room surrounded by a Spongebob Squarepants soundtrack. And there is only one way back to that.

37days will start again this year, and it will again have a single intention: as a gathering place for my writing. Back to that family room, which happens to be in a different town now. Back to writing for two children who are themselves now 23 and 12 because that time has brought about big changes, as time does. Back to writing under headphones for hours and playing with words as if they were living, breathing souls, which they are, in ways we cannot know unless we are swimming in them. Back to whole days without social media, back to a different simplicity, back to me. Back to disregarding Amazon and publishers and book contracts and top ten tips for writing, back to this single, solitary voice in a room still blessedly surrounded by a life that has changed immeasurably. Back to the structure of my land.

Back to exploring ideas and feeling the excitement of them, back to diving into deep, sometimes difficult personal truths, back to understanding that the bright sun we crave both enlivens and creates deeper shadows, back to finding that a whole day has passed and I have sat, writing, through the whole course of that sun, and feeling deeply satisfied at that journey. Back to reading my words aloud and feeling them in my mouth for days on end, back to taking my time to find exactly the syntax that feels like the story feels, back to placing and re-placing words in an order that most satisfies me when I read them. Back to voracious reading that informs my use of language, back to what I care about most, back to writing that shapes and reshapes story.

Back to me.

Happy 11th birthday, 37days and me.

And welcome home.

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What you can expect on this blog in 37days:

Tuesdays: My essay for the week, in which I am deeply, truly writing again

Wednesdays: Poetry Wednesday, in which we explore the poetics of narrative and the narrative of poetics

Thursdays: Thinking Thursdays, in which I share ideas I am bumping up against

Fridays: Strong Offer Fridays, in which I share my projects with the world

About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

36 comments to " Happy 11th birthday and a joyous welcome home "
  • Kim Mailhot

    Oh, Patti, I am so happy for you! And so excited to hear your voice again. Thank you for what you bring to the world. And the very best of luck in this getting back to yourself adventure, Writer-lady.
    Big love!

  • Diva Kreszl

    Excited to begin this journey and follow your writings!

  • Carol sanders

    I have so missed this blog. Woot. Woot.

  • Gabrielle

    I have nothing to say but YAAAAAAAY!!! YAY, YAY, YAY!

    Not that I’m excited or anything… ;)

  • Kimmie

    I have also missed you and your writing. Thank you for all you have meant in my life. Can’t wait to read your blog again.

  • Terry Hartley

    Happy Birthday 37 days! I love that you are making a comeback. To yourself! I love that I will get to read essays that open my eyes and my heart. The first easy of yours that I read was Follow Your Desire Lines. I was floored at such intelligent knowledgeable writing and I can say that it truly changed my life. So many ideas from that essay continue to inform my thoughts. Thank you so much for your words, your enthusiasm for life and for telling your truths!
    xoxo

  • How wonderful to hear you through this medium again. Thank you for your strong and steadfast voice.

  • Julie

    Yay! Thank you. Happy Welcome Home Birthday!

  • Trina

    “I wrote like an orphan, disconnected from what people might say or think. ”
    Beautiful words. I can’t wait to read your blog every week. Wishing all good things for you Patti.

  • kim

    That sounds awesome. So wonderful that we get to witness your return to your writing center. Enjoy.

  • i miss that original blog. and i love your book.
    i am happy to hear that you will be back in this way.

  • aurora Fox

    this made my heart so glad–I remember discovering you during those first two years of your blog and how that changed my life…writing from the heart with sincerity certainly does that. Looking forward to reading what you write,

  • Thank you, dear Patti. For sharing and being brave. Cheers to the next round! xo

  • Happy 11th Birthday! I love Life is a Verb and I look forward to what is to come!

  • Yes indeed. I have missed your blog, your writing, you! Looking forward to falling into your words. Hugs.

  • Tamara Bailie

    Love, love, love. xo

  • Tish

    Thank you Patti, for the last eleven years and for the ones to come. I am so happy to be able to experience this with you. Love to you!

  • Happy 11th Birthday! This was the first thing I saw today when I opened Facebook, and, as is the case with so much of what you write, it was exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you for bringing back 37 Days, your voice of wisdom and strong offers, your YOU.

  • Happy Birthday!! I remember sitting in that downtown Asheville bookstore, looking at the cover of Life is a Verb with you for the first time–you had just received it, and let me in on the precious secret. Thank you. It’s a really great book. We had met in the woods of Guilford College during Maia Dery’s magical classes, and I wanted to hear more. I also remember at the Barnes and Noble in Greensboro, NC, you had signed that book with a piece of advice–to (in my words) “get over myself” and then I’d be able to accomplish great things. I still think about that advice and strive to do it more each week. Thanks for your honesty and openness. Happy journeying back to that place :)

  • Susan

    Most excellent news. Thank you, I can’t wait to see you in my inbox several times a week again. xoxooxox

  • Kat

    A recommitment to self and joy. What could be better?! I’ve heard from many people in my life that this year is for their “me”. They are getting back to making themselves a priority. There must be something in the air right now. You’ve made that list as well. Hugs and cheering you on.

  • Jean

    Patti, I can’t begin to tell you how much I have missed 37days! My copy of Life is a Verb is well-worn from reading over and over my favorite stories. Your return is a great gift and am looking forward to every word!

  • Nancee

    Yes, Happy Birthday. I felt like I was sitting across the table at a coffee shop listening to you share.

    Your writing is so many things to me and I thank you for the gift!

    Today, “I want that feeling back”. Where in my life is that true?

  • So very pleased to have found you..and this article. Wonderful post!

  • Rosemary

    So VERY GLAD to have you back among us!! You have been missed!

  • Amanda

    Hurray! !!

  • Kari

    Welcome Home.?

  • Tina Tierson

    Doing a happy dance here! You have no idea the ways in which you have graced my life, beautiful Patti. Happy birthday 37 Days and welcome back.

  • My only comment, Patti, is that you are not going back. You are going forward, bringing with you all that you learned in those eleven years because all of that is now you.

    And, at the same time, you are returning to the single intention. What a gloriously powerful way to return.

    Love, love, love.

  • Carla B.

    So glad you’re back! You were such a powerful presence in my life in those early Life Is a Verb years and I have been missing that. Happy New Year! Looking forward to the renewed journey.

  • Leigh

    Welcome back, Patti. I am looking forward to reading your words on a regular basis once more.

  • Welcome Back, Patti – I started reading 37 Days shortly after you started writing – look forward to what you have to say now!

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