I’m not sure where I am as a writer, it’s not really clicking lately. I wrote a lot today about my recent Instagram scrolling while bed rotting and then another thing about it being suicide prevention day (or something like that). I don’t know, none of it was really working, I rage quit both articles out of boredom.
I get this fear like “oh well, you used to be able to write, that’s over”.
That’s got to be one of those lies that my brain tells me, I can’t imagine I would just lose the ability one day. I’ve been at it on this blog for a little over 3 years, with well over 700 published posts (of varying quality).
I’m in a phase of self discovery, and spiritual discovery. It’s fucking marvelous (a vast majority of the time). There are definitely things I want from life that I don’t have, but I’m quite sure i’ll get them if and when it’s time. I just have to show up.
I want to write, I want to write compelling content that means something to me and the people who read it. It’s possible, i’m capable of doing that, I have done that before.
Unfortunately it’s not some kind of thing that I can just turn on and off. Right now, I can’t turn it on. It’s likely that there will come a time when I can’t turn it off.
I’m presented challenges in life, so that I can learn things. Right now I need to learn to be patient with myself, I suppose.
So, sorry, i’ve got nothin.
You can go read the back catalog, however:
https://evr0ck17.medium.com/list/my-best-work-72da28b42709
