long time. it’s been quite a long time.
i come to you very overwhelmed, strained and stressed.
i wish i was in better shape.
i’m kind of where i was last year when i was finishing up my book.
long nights, working alone, creating a new dream
with the hopes of it serving people organically, deeply, cataclysmically.
so im incredibly bright-eyed about what i’m creating
but also sleep-deprived, working on too many other things at the same time, and doing more than is physically-spiritually-emotionally good for me.
i’m telling myself everything else can wait,
but it kills me inside to watch everything else wait.
and it might be killing me inside literally? if i don’t stop side-hoe-ing my health?
for sure this is max capacity
for sure i can do ALL this, as long as I don’t do any more?
for sure i can’t be everywhere doing everything i want all the time
for sure my friends understand my absence?
for sure my health won’t deteriorate SO bad?
for sure this is..just for now?
about my disappearance: i got burnt from writing after publishing my book lmao
i think there’s no coincidence between the book coming out and then my blog seeing steady decline.
wrote my heart out literally, until i had nothing else to say for awhile.
here we travel another stormy sea
writing to you because i am hurting, struggling, and hell-bent to continue
i’m rocking my boat madly
and i’m paddling to the finish line MADLY
which is like a double-edge sword
guiding me and hurting me at the same time like
CAN I OUTRUN AND OUTLAST THESE LEAKS?