Somewhere along the way, I forgot the very thing that drives me — this desire to create, to write, and to see my words in print. I forgot what it meant to be me. So now I have to dig deep. The only way out is through. I have to keep writing.
I’ve encountered a lot of writing advice over the years and I’m always surprised how many people believe their way is the only way. I’m equally amazed by how often these people conflict one another. I don’t know if I’m getting Social Media fatigue or what, but I’ve finally reached a place where I need to shut it down. All of it. No more writing advice. Only writing.
Internalizing this today, I think about those moments spent treading water and I can’t help but compare them to my writing journey. I feel like I’m treading water, struggling just to stay above the surface. Yet, unlike those days in my youth, I have a lot more baggage now. Staying afloat also means fighting my demons.