What are you afraid of? For months, I’ve allowed my work to come to a complete stop. I’ve come up every excuse in the book as to why it happened, but none of them seem to add up.
In the past, I’d written in the best and worst of circumstances. I found comfort in filling my notebooks with the aching of my heart.
So, how did this happen? How did I allow my words to become stagnant? What was really going on?
Out of all the excuses I made, none of them mattered because they were just that…excuses.
I was afraid. Afraid of my thoughts… I was afraid of the matters of my heart.
Because of this, I’ve chosen to let go of fear and rise to the occasion. Today, I choose to face myself and dig deeper into who I am choosing to embrace whatever my pen shall write.
And so… I write.
Who are you? What are you afraid of?
Laced with Love,