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I really would like to improve my writing skills and my drive to do stuff. I really don't know how to go about either of those things.
My writing is almost like my public speaking skills. If I think someone is going to hear what I have to say, I cannot put it down. It's almost like I don't want anyone to hear my voice or the real me. If I do, then I've totally just exposed my innermost person, the one that must always be protected. It's worse than being seen naked. It's being striped right down to your soul for all to see and to judge...
But, really, I have this jumble of insights, observations, ideas, all kinds of things jumbled up in my head that could really be put down somewhere...Getting that jumble out of my head and organized. Maybe then I could sleep. Maybe my dreams will be calmer. Maybe it becomes a little easier to feel connected.
*sigh* Maybe this is all just more of my crazy ranting. Oh, well. Time to try to entice sleep to come into my night. Hoping for a calm in the storm for long enough to feel a little more coherent during my day.
Rest well.
My writing is almost like my public speaking skills. If I think someone is going to hear what I have to say, I cannot put it down. It's almost like I don't want anyone to hear my voice or the real me. If I do, then I've totally just exposed my innermost person, the one that must always be protected. It's worse than being seen naked. It's being striped right down to your soul for all to see and to judge...
But, really, I have this jumble of insights, observations, ideas, all kinds of things jumbled up in my head that could really be put down somewhere...Getting that jumble out of my head and organized. Maybe then I could sleep. Maybe my dreams will be calmer. Maybe it becomes a little easier to feel connected.
*sigh* Maybe this is all just more of my crazy ranting. Oh, well. Time to try to entice sleep to come into my night. Hoping for a calm in the storm for long enough to feel a little more coherent during my day.
Rest well.
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