No matter how often I change courses with this space, it continues to remind me that this isn’t for passions or thematic thought vomits. This isn’t the place to market or promote, to shout out or recommend.
Hell, Stef. What’s going on here?
I keep returning to my blog wondering if this is really the writing I want to keep or leave behind. I keep reminiscing of the years when writing about the ups and downs of my day was fun and interesting. Now it always feels empty and, well, not ME.
I’m really sorry for not taking care of this space. I’m sorry for not writing that which speaks of my truths and my life.
If you chose to follow Diwa Daily, thank you, as always, for sticking around. ❤️
The perfectionist in me always feels ashamed or hesitant to write as myself. I’d erase paragraphs after paragraphs, lines after lines because they all don’t sound good to the ear.
I guess that’s the great thing about blogs when used for “personal” writing. You can start over or go back to the basics at any point in your life. No one needs to blame you or call you out for it.
So it’s back to writing desk for me. For my mental health, for my creative spirit.
Watch out for more of the rugged, imperfect, scattered me throughout the year.