I'm trying to make it a point to put myself out there. I'm having one of those moments where you just get slapped in the face with a little epiphany. When you suddenly notice how much power you have inside you. So here I am. Writing.
I don't know exactly what I want to write about. I just know that it feels good to write and to finish writing something. And I realized writing is something I don't need a license, or a degree, or permission to do. I can just do it. Whether or not someone likes what I write isn't up to me and it doesn't even feel that important to me. That thought alone made me realize that this is something I enjoy doing , so I should do something about it. I've always been slightly stuck in a place where I'm hyperaware of the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing with my life, that I have only an extremely vague direction. That's something that always scared me. Now, though, I'm in a place in my life where I'm at least a little proud of myself and at least a little satisfied. It's not so much that I suddenly know what I'm doing. It's more so the fact that my direction is a tiny bit clearer. That tiny bit of clarity actually soothes my soul way more than I could've imagined. It's as if I was running a marathon, completely unprepared, and I've finally caught up to the pack. My pulse starts to stabilize a bit, my pace slows down, and I can finally breath for a second. I know it's only a second, but it gives me hope. Just enough hope to gather up the energy to pick up my pace later on.
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