What was not written and posted yesterday or earlier today was just as important as what is being written now. The reason for the lack of post even more important.
One key takeaway from the past decade is to pause. Hold. Wait. Come back. I do not need to look at or re-read what was written and un-posted Tuesday/Wednesday. It was venom. It was hurt. It was frustration. It was cathartic. It is unpublished.
Few things in this world are perfect. That is one of them. It has been told by others to write down what you are feeling, hurting, angry, whatever about. Get it on paper, blarg it onto the page. Then… let go.
What is a “perfect” in this world? Doing that. Write it. Scream it. Blarg it. Set it free. For no one in this world to see.
This past year has been harder than ever imagined. Like the scene in Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. Incantations. A hand to the chest. A beating heart ripped from said chest. This is a pain like no other. That is not being dramatic.
So, breath. Pause. Wait. This is the reality. Now what?
… more to come…
Posted. Not Perfect.
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