Hi Cafe! Different style for today’s Journal Entry. Just some freeform writing. Let me know what you think in the comments. It’s not poetry and it’s not an essay. It’s something in between. Taken straight from my journal.
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Forcing myself to take on challenges to grow Why am I doing this? What am I learning? What is it I truly want? Do I feel like I’m doing the same as everyone else? Are they doing better? Why aren’t I performing the same way? What do they have that I don’t? Is there something wrong with me? Do I feel like this is working out for me? How am I feeling? How are YOU feeling? Is it too much? Too little? Am I looking for approval too much? No? I could be doing it more? Should I beg and plead for someone to hear me? Should I stay quiet in the background waiting for someone to see me? Should I just go out there and try? I mean The future is mine anyways I just have to try Trying takes effort Effort So much effort Is this truly what I want for me? or am I putting myself in another box Am I doing too much too soon? Or am I not doing enough? Comparison So much comparison Writing is hard Wait no Writing isn’t hard Interacting with others is scary Is it though? People aren’t as scary as they seem What is hard? Forcing myself to put my work out there is hard Finding inspiration is hard Throwing my voice into the crowd is hard Being seen is SCARY Their silent judgement hangs heavy in the air What if my writing too choppy? What if they think I’m mean? Do my words sound harsh? Harsh. That’s not true at all. I’m not harsh. I’m kind. I’m friendly. I’m open. I’m honest. I’m showing others they don’t need to feel alone. Right?
Completely different Journal than I intended to post today but I felt this was more realistic. Something not too long to read, just a peek into my brain when I’m trying to write.
Hope you enjoyed!
☕ What’s Next for the Cafe?
I’m showing others they don’t need to feel alone.
Right?
. Right.
Screaming until the people who resonate choose to be my audience, screaming so loud that the voices of those who don’t fade themselves in-distinguishly into the background noise