I don’t want to explain to my 10 years older self why I gave up.
I’m still here…I’m still going.
I know I can’t be the only one who’s thought once or twice about calling it quits. We’re stuck in between the sky is the limit and screw this. I don’t like the idea of throwing in the towel but some days the towel feels wet and heavy and smells horrible.
I can’t expect things to bloom if I don’t plant a seed.
Being 100% real, there are things I gave up on way too quickly and I think about how different my life would be if I stuck with it. One of my biggest challenges now is forcing myself to remember all the hard work I've already put in and how much of a waste it would be if I skipped out on my dreams. I love writing, so much so that I write about writing. It’s my baby but it can be a very stressful baby to have when it seems to not be growing.
I tend to take very long breaks from writing whenever I feel like I’m not producing what I think I should. It’s not that I don’t have the ideas, I just get discouraged when my views and interactions are down. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because it feels like I’m talking to myself. I know I've talked about just writing and forgetting about the views but sometimes I do get hung up on them.
