How Freewriting Helped Me Surrender Control and Rediscover Flow

A raw reflection on presence, overthinking, and the quiet power of unfiltered pages

Photo by Polina Tankilevitch

Here I go, trying something new and crossing my fingers it won’t get deleted. I’m writing directly into Medium’s draft editor — it’s the clearest platform I have available right now. So, here we go. At this point, whatever gets onto the page is good.

I’m not just writing to write. I’m writing to remember how to let go — something I’ve forgotten in the rush of everyday control.

I’ve had a headache since waking up at 3 a.m., and now it’s 9:00. I’m sitting here, post-creation of my 100-day project — which is always satisfying to check off the list.

Still, I’m wondering if my posture while typing is what’s hurting my arm. I adjust my ergonomic chair — down a notch to see if that helps. But I despise the way my wrists bend when I type. It throws off the rhythm. So I raise my chair again, hoping for a better angle. There’s a small shift. A spark. A sense of flow returns — unexpected, but welcome.

That’s the thing about presence. It lives in the body, too.

The posture …