I feel like I’m going through a period of writers block. I’m living my life. I’m helping my family. I’m working. There are moments when I get inspired with what to write. Other moments the words flow without realising they’re there until the words are on paper.
During this moving week I guess I’ve been having self-doubt about what I’m writing. I’m getting into the mindset of others expectations and what ifs. That what I write isn’t good enough.
I feel happier in myself but I’m still having that side pulling at me causing that blankness to form. Regardless, I still write. Whether it’s about something others wanna read or not, I do it anyway. Because I’m doing it for me.