Lately, I have been wondering if my time to take a little break from writing and posting might have come. Don‘t worry, the witch in the back of my head protested and I know that I am much to stubborn and inspired (or obsessed with my few moments of magic) to go through with it.
Still, when in these dark months I feel unmotivated to put on a nice dress, go out for a coffee and lose myself in poetry, I always wonder if that is the time when people usually take their break from which they return so refreshed and healed and with a lot of new ideas. Has a month without your blog, your Twitter or Instagram ever had that effect on you? I am curious. I never felt like these things were a source of negativity for me at all.
To me, being active here is a way to feel closer to my dream of writing things that reach people. It is where I find my voice, who I want to be in this world and feel comfortable with myself. Which of course makes it tough to be in a phase where things don‘t work out as well as they have before, but still.
I don‘t want to rest. I don‘t think I am the person that needs recharging, rather than keeping things going. Sometimes my mind feels like branches in the wind that constantly have to swing at the right frequency, and if I stop doing the things I love, I may never pick them up again. Actually, I have been there, as my readers know. I have given up on my creativity when I was just 21 years old. For me, it seems, resting is a risk, because my mind can fall paralyzed.
I think this is my stubbornness of writing. I have to stare at the paged, torture myself with my own words and never let go.
My stubbornness of writing!