Thank you to everyone who reached out to me… your kind words and love mean a lot. I am truly grateful.
Truly. For the readers I have, the ones who stayed with me through the years. Some left, but many stayed, and I don’t take that lightly. It’s not that I’m ungrateful or being whiny. I just needed a reality check for myself… what my future as a writer might actually look like.
Writing for fun is one thing. Maybe that’s what I’m meant for. Because the moment I try to take writing seriously, to shape myself into “a writer” everything starts feeling heavy, messy, exhausting. Maybe seriousness isn’t for me. Maybe I’m meant to write what I feel, freely, without pressure.
But then the question comes: how much can I keep pouring from myself? At what point will I feel “this is it”? Will inspiration run out like ink drying? Or will I feel like I finally made it? Or… am I just being too hard on myself?
I think I’m just going to sleep on this. The weekend is here, and I don’t want to start it with more regret or overthinking.
Happy Friday.
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