I’m sitting on my couch eating boxed mac and cheese and playing loud music and drinking wine and I can’t remember what it feels like to dream of a future. What used to be my welcome escape from reality is suddenly the most difficult image to conjure up. I’ve been waiting for the heaviness to lift, to suddenly feel fulfilled and happy again, but I’m growing impatient with the slow dredge of it all. How long have I been like this? Have I fallen into this miserable mind pit or have I been slowly working my way in, one shallow dig at a time?
There are such seasons in life. Hard, sometimes long, sometimes heartbreaking, all drudgerous. I promise you, like everything, they will pass. As a writer, you will make them into your wings. God bless, and keep going, the road is long, and it will eventually bless you.
Nina 🫂 You are not alone in feeling this way. I think this echo is rippling through so many of us right now. I’m not sure if this will bring any comfort but if you ever want to write for MODEST, just let me know! We are accepting submissions right now. In those frustrating, chaotic moments when nothing seems to be working, I have to physically get up and see what nature has to teach me. No one expects a tree to grow overnight or flowers to instantly bloom. Am I not life as well? So why do they expect that from me? Why do I expect that from myself? Maybe it’s not what our dreams produce but the fact that we can even dream that’s the most important. Just something to think about. And I’m always here if you need it. ♥️
There are such seasons in life. Hard, sometimes long, sometimes heartbreaking, all drudgerous. I promise you, like everything, they will pass. As a writer, you will make them into your wings. God bless, and keep going, the road is long, and it will eventually bless you.
Nina 🫂 You are not alone in feeling this way. I think this echo is rippling through so many of us right now. I’m not sure if this will bring any comfort but if you ever want to write for MODEST, just let me know! We are accepting submissions right now. In those frustrating, chaotic moments when nothing seems to be working, I have to physically get up and see what nature has to teach me. No one expects a tree to grow overnight or flowers to instantly bloom. Am I not life as well? So why do they expect that from me? Why do I expect that from myself? Maybe it’s not what our dreams produce but the fact that we can even dream that’s the most important. Just something to think about. And I’m always here if you need it. ♥️