So I haven’t written in a while, been gone for a long time. But I kept remembering the good old days. I used to write during the day or whenever I had the inspiration and chat on discord during the night. In between, I would play games. Life was good. I got the habit of carrying with me a little notebook so that I could write whenever I felt like it. I used to let my heart air out by blogging and allowing others to see a glimpse of how my thoughts and mind work. I felt scared at first, of not being interesting enough, not having many thoughts to share.
But now I know that starting is harder than doing.
Thoughts simply come. They are always there. Anybody can ramble about anything. It’s just that I didn’t ramble. I was using the platform as a medicine.** Sharing your most profound thoughts, getting awesome feedback, and being paid for that. Who wouldn’t like that? **For some time it was the best time of my life.
And now I know that I’m not always fair with myself.
Then I thought of focusing on the business, that’s how I thought grown-ups should do. „I should stop dreaming and grow up”. So I did. Started focusing 100% percent on our marketing agency. I’m not complaining, things worked out just fine. But I still miss those good old days. :D
Things have changed so much. I’m 29 years old now, married, and have a 3-year-old child. Awesome kid, and not just because he’s mine: Lovable, kind, smart, and FREE. I’m not going to lie to you. As much as my life seems perfect, it isn’t. But I’m telling you: we are the worst enemies to ourselves. My life IS perfect, but I am not. So I’m starting to get the best out of everything and everyone. I’m just starting to get to accept myself. Starting to get out of my comfort zone. Starting to not care when I’m being ridiculous, but authentic.
So I thought: If I miss those old days, why shouldn’t I start writing again? My momma-brain is not as ready as before? No problem. What do I have to lose? Nothing.
So here I am. I will let my inspiration run free and that’s when I will come back with another article. More relevant. In this one, I've just been rambling.
P.S.: Because I feel like I haven't given anything, here is a sketch that I've made.
