TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST—IT WAS MUCH EASIER WRITING THIS BLOG WHEN I DIDN’T KNOW WHO WAS READING IT.
I’d go off the dome, zero fucks.
I didn’t really care what the feedback was because I was in a terrible place in my life when I started it. I would’ve probably barked back at anyone with some “‘fuck you—I’m strugglin’ mentality.” Not that I’ve really gotten any negative commentary regarding this blog, I’m just saying…
Despite all this confidence I speak of—I still wonder if everything I say gets misconstrued.
I talk big game. I am a woman of polar opposites with the finest line drawn through the middle. I have dozens on dozens on dozens of unpublished posts that I am way too self-conscious to post.
I swear... It was simple when I spoke to an imaginary audience.
But fuckit, right? I’m already 3 years deep into this beast. Let’s keep going. #TWSS
Also, on some real-talk-honestly-level-status-100 I am at this point in my life where I am fine.
You hear that? I am OK, better than “ok”—I’m good.
As a creative person being good is low-key boring. That sounds sad right? I’ve hit this emotionally steady point in life and I come across a mild version of writers block. What can I say that I haven’t already said? What can I write that doesn’t sound like narcissistic vomit?
IDK.
I’ll figure it out. Standby.