A month when I learned what I am made for

Sometimes, we simply don’t know what we want. Maybe we even do know, but we are too scared to try and jump into the new reality life brings us. Why is that, and why do we cut our wings from time to time?

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So, today, I want to go over this topic. It is my second week of practicing regularity with my writing, and being scared even to try has been a core of my late relationship with it. It took me months and days to realize why, and now I want to share that with you so hopefully, you don’t end up stuck like me.

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We start writing for many reasons. For some, it is a creative way to express themselves, for some to spread knowledge, and for some, like me, to put their feelings on paper. Living in that illusion that I can only write when I am sad and lost put me into peculiar feelings about myself.

I was so angry when I was happy because that meant I could not write. It meant I wouldn’t have any inspiration, topic, or something to say that people would find interesting. Being a sad baby, writing broken heart stories, and putting my unprocessed feelings on paper was the only way of writing for me…