Challenges
I think one of the greatest challenges as a writer is to share what I write...out there. At least for me. What's absolutely terrifying about it? The anxiety and fear of making mistakes...what else? Oh yeah, people seeing you fail. I wonder why does it matter so much, since nobody can even find my blog yet. I don't have a paid subscription, so my posts don't show up in the discovery channel either.Do you ever start something new and, for some reason, you lose excitement for it over time? Life happens and your focus is lost on mundane things. You get busy and you don't realize why suddenly, something's missing.That's because you're spending your time and energy in things you're fully not invested in. I watched myself get ready to write a new article for my bearblog (that I was initially very excited about), only to end up postponing it. It's crazy how things always come up and I have to put "these other" things first. Duties and all that jazz. Excuses begin with a simple and cunning "I'll do it later". That later never seems to come. The less you commit to the process or remind yourself of that inner commitment, the worse it gets. Remembrance is key. Visions have a tendency to fade away like mist when they're not cultivated. It's been two weeks. I can't keep going like this. It's starting to get unsettling. I am working through the discomfort, I truly am. But I love writing, I love sharing my thoughts and ideas. I am a waterfall of good things to share. Well, whether they're good or bad, it doesn't matter. What matters is that it has meaning for me and that is enough of a reason to keep fighting for it. To keep working through the discomfort. To create this safe, little space for me to pour out what my heart longs to YELL. As I walk through the path of life, I know how important it is to talk about the emotions and the events that shape us human beings. Let your neighbor know about your struggles. Look in the mirror and see the light in your eyes. Don't look away no more. It's time to live...with every fiber of our Beings. And yet, some of us have invisible hands choking us... Why do I hold myself back when freedom is my priority? Thinking about the worst-case scenario used to be a sort of solution, a mere consolation that I'd be okay with whatever would come. But this time, I let go of that strategy. I expect the best and only love, because that's what I decide to give myself....love, compassion, kindness...each day of my life. And to extend it to the world around me. Spread the love, dear souls... whenever you are, Be the love you wish to see.