Jan
1
Freedom. Freedom from shame, self-loathing, and fear. The freedom to take deeper breaths, to walk with my head up, to take up space. Freedom to look people in the eye. Freedom to accept myself, flaws and all.
Freedom from giving too many fucks about too many inconsequential things.
The freedom to allow myself to dream. To choose action. To be courageous and vulnerable and willing and receptive.
Freedom from the limitations that were designed by my own hand.
Freedom to believe that I am worth it.
Dec
29
Writing has been really difficult lately. My current environment isn’t particularly conducive to the process, with the family home on break, but I also find that even when I do have time to myself, the words won’t come. I want to write because when I don’t write I feel more and more disconnected, but I can’t seem to tap into any sort of flow and that is a deeply scary feeling. Like maybe the one thing in life I’m halfway decent at is … gone?
I don’t actually believe that. I guess. (Except sometimes, I sort of do.)
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