My instincts tell me I need to write more.
“okay, gut, I hear you”
“Yeah, yeah, loud & clear!”
Seriously, lately my body has been speaking to me, but my ears were closed and my brain inactive.
My ears didn’t want to hear it.
My heart was racing with each self-doubt thought that surfaced.
My head was in denial.
I’m listening now. I get it.
If I don’t want the dark thoughts creeping up on me. If I don’t want the anxious jitters getting to me. I should just not think about it, right? Easier said than done.
The only way for me to get my groove back is to not care about what other people think of me. I’m caring too much of my postings. What if people don’t find this interesting? What if my agent reads this? Would they drop me for posting this? What will my parents think? Will they reprimand me for speaking my mind? So many “if’s” hold me back from the implementation that I so yearn to carry out.
Alright, buddy, I hear ya. I’ll write more.