My writing has been really uninspired. I feel like why add more vernacular to the world that is so overcrowded with voices and opinions and thoughts and so many words. You have to remember what you have to say is as important as the next. I’m not looking to be profound. I want to be real.
I have blocked myself from writing well, out of fear, and procrastination. To be vulnerable but not so much at the same time. But that’s where the real meat lies- in the truth of your story. How often I’ve left somewhere where I wish I had said more or let my voice or
It’s also been good to floss my brain. I think I might try and shoot for more structure the next two weeks.
Sometimes we let certain situations and circumstances rule our brains and dictate our thoughts. They become lord when it’s not the right thing. We cant let a person or people or organization become the dictator of our happiness. In the meantime I will be working on extreme self care and love and figuring out what I want rn. Xoxo.