I WILL NOT DELETE THIS

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There was a time I enjoyed writing.

Words, for me, were an outlet. And the more words i could string into coherent, heartfelt sentences, the more ‘peace’ I felt.

This was a little over a decade ago.

I was 15, 16 years old, probably.

But even before then, I’d written a lot... so many poems… some songs.

But life happened. Or at the very least, it happened to me. I became an adult (albeit in denial)… it’s almost incredible how easily time slips away when you stop looking.

For the past 3 years, i have been writing. But not for myself. No. I have been writing for clients. And through these 3 years, as my confidence in the service i can bring to others grew, I lost confidence in the service I could bring to me. To myself.

For myself.

Today, that ends.

In one sitiiing and in a flurry of words on the first of May, 2023, I have written my first draft. It’s chaotic at the moment. The sentence above has a misspelt version of the word ‘siting’ with more ‘i’s than anyone could ever deem necessary.

But I don’t care. I am releasing myself. I am allowing myself to be stupid and to fail.

It is an advice I have given to many… an advice that I am now taking.

So, join me on this ride of introspection.

I’ll open up to you and to me…

All we have to do is…

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