It’s been months and months and months since my mind has felt clear. I’m not even sure I’m there yet, but I’m slowly starting to move forward. Life has been chaotic – most of it has landed on me, some of it I’ve created, none of it I want.
6 months has flown by and I feel like the year hasn’t started.
All I want to do is write. Almost every moment of every day I think about writing. I want to write about what I’ve learned and where I’m headed.
Writing helps me figure my shit out. In the past I’ve poured my heart into a blog post, pressed publish — and boom, moved forward.
For half a year, I’ve gone to sleep with a jam packed brain. Thinking about the past, thinking about the future, thinking about my day.
I’ve worried and worried some more. And for what?
PS – The first step is the hardest. Slowly but surely…