Saturday Morning Thoughts
Haven’t been feeling inspired lately. Finding inspiration, after three months of writing daily, has been hard. So, I accepted my fate. I joined a book club, went on solo hikes, dates, and more dates, got back into therapy, and boom, slowly, I started to miss writing and looked to see what could inspire me. Nothing really, remembering life is hard.
Everyone is trying their best. No one wants to talk about their struggles, including me. Interactions continue to be surface-level, and no real deep fulfillment is currently taking place for me right now. I am not feeling fulfilled, and I want to explore that — is this temporary, or is it a sign to do something different? One thing I know for sure: this is not sustainable.
It will either lead to something amazing, patience has been building, or it will lead to doing something spontaneous and abrupt, which will lead to wishing I had taken a calculated risk. Only time will tell. I’ve grown way too much spiritually to ignore the calculated risk part.
