date: march 13 2020
music: aqualung – i put a spell on you
mood: introspective
colour: navy
i’m a writer. i might have lost my way for a while, but by God I’m finding my way back.
these days, writing is so different from what it used to be. It’s all head, and no heart. It’s content creation. instead of emotional validation. and it’s kept me from doing the thing i loved, since i was no longer doing it right. it didn’t come naturally. it felt forced. coerced.
you can’t write an authentic post on your phone, in 30 minutes, on the bus, just because you need something to caption your latest selfie with. or sell your recent product.
well, i guess technically you can. but it’s no wonder i’ve fought doing that every step of the way. there’s nothing to feel that way.
my heart was – is – craving more. it never felt natural. worth taking up space for. uninspired.
for me, the words come first. or at least they used to. the movement. the pulse of the feelings in my veins. the draw forward from my heart’s centre.
no keyword research. no brand words. no catch phrases or calls to action.
just heart. and hoping it resonates with someone else out there.
does it resonate?
