When clarity doesn’t come Despite hours upon days of writing, nothing that I wanted or intended was showing up for today. It felt like jumbled ramblings with no clear or cohesive structure. I’ve been forcing, pushing, squeezing, clinching…trying to give birth to something that just was not ready. And all the pushing only resulted in my own breakdown and burnout. My strangled creative energies withered. Self-doubt reared its ugly head. And I beat myself up for not showing up to all of you with an expertly crafted piece of literary perfection.
Transiting the Void
Transiting the Void
Transiting the Void
When clarity doesn’t come Despite hours upon days of writing, nothing that I wanted or intended was showing up for today. It felt like jumbled ramblings with no clear or cohesive structure. I’ve been forcing, pushing, squeezing, clinching…trying to give birth to something that just was not ready. And all the pushing only resulted in my own breakdown and burnout. My strangled creative energies withered. Self-doubt reared its ugly head. And I beat myself up for not showing up to all of you with an expertly crafted piece of literary perfection.