4/5/2024

Something inside of me is pushing me to write, even if it’s in a million different formats and through even more subjects. Even if it’s bull. Good, I like it that way.

It’s been a lively week since coming back home from holiday and I’ve been overcome with a desire to journal publicly. After making a big fuss in my first post about not being afraid to show up a bit more publicly, to be SEEN (my god, the audacity), she crawls back in her little comfortable dark cave. Just proudly having announced the action had been satisfying enough. But I don’t feel bad one bit! I love follow-ups so what has been going differently?

Everything and nothing

I love when life happens spontaneously but dread the justifications you feel you need to give people about things happening. The matter of fact is: you actually don’t need to. Life happens a million times over, and if you’re lucky, at the end of the day you feel like you’re living an interesting “one”. (Mine specifically had distracted me from writing and creating and sharing more. That’s it. I’m the only one that feels some way about it.)

But it is true that I’m right there at the cusp, opening a new chapter thus ending another one. I hate to admit I’m good at the first one but not great at the second. And I’ve lost my patience quite a couple of times. Mainly with myself. Damn i-

It’s me, hi, I’m the one that feels the need to justify myself.