I have this constant hunger inside. The urge to write it always there. For reasons unknown, I ignore my gut. Could it be the doubt inside telling me my art isn’t good enough?
There are so many things to write about. Endless topics that still need to be researched and shared with the world!
Yet, there I am, constantly at war with my intrusive thoughts. They tell me, “it won’t be any good so why even waste your time?”
Like a fool, I listen.
I glance at my notebook, my laptop, I could write something breathtaking but I don’t.
It doesn’t matter if someone doesn’t ever read it.
Just write for YOU Brittany!
Nobody in this entire world, even the ones closest to you, will EVER look at you with shame because I aspire to be a writer.
Just write Brittany.
Get it all out!
You know it’ll make you feel better. Overcome your fear!
( A letter to myself)