Am I writing what needs to be written? I recently sent out a newsletter. I don’t know why, but newsletters have been the challenging for me. I think it’s the pressure I put on myself. It’s funny, because writing here doesn’t feel that way. This feels like ease. It feels like – hey, whatever, you read it, you read it. I wrote it for me. I wrote it for my own sense making. Or what I have been calling, non-sense … making.
And the feeling I wanted to write about was that … maybe because of what I think my newsletter SHOULD be like, I’m not writing about what I need to be writing about. Or maybe I am, but I am writing constantly about how hard it is to show up and write.
I keep thinking, shouldn’t I be writing about something else – something more important than that? Like about the world collapsing?
Still, it is all a practice.