I have stories to tell — I want to write them, to write books. Do I have what it takes? I have started a million times, and stopped another million times. I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t focused. I had other things to get off my chest, to write about first. And so I did over the last few months.
Slowly I started to settle — into me. Growing more comfortable with who I am. Who I was and who I am becoming. Just writing it as I feel it, with no head nor tail. Getting lost into it, feeling good thanks to it. Also, hiding behind it.
Surprisingly, writing about my thoughts feels easy. No overthinking, I just sit, start typing, and it comes pouring out. Focusing on a story is a different — story.
Maybe I could start again now — and finish? It feels hard.
I’m not telling you it it’s going to be easy — I’m telling you it’s going to be worth it ~ Art Williams
