Ahhh, back to that 0 word count for accountability. For someone who is blogging later than usual, I feel awake.
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Do you know what is amazing about accomplishing Te minimums? When activities that you like to do come up… you don’t feel guilty. If I establish a true Te minimum, it gives me the flexibility to add more Te as a bonus OR do leisurely things. Today, I spent an absurd amount of time doing things I actually like doing. I spent time with my boyfriend, called friends and read what I wanted.
Function Highlight Reel
Se Highlight – Did yoga with my favorite ESTP in my favorite class with my favorite yoga teacher
Ti Highlight – Got two chapters out-of-the-way before 2pm, Made a solid plan for a project with a friend
Fe Highlight – Got to create an easy method of accomplishing the project for dat friend
Ni Highlight – Cried in yoga class over the inevitability of death and the importance of appreciating those you care about
“Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.”
- Ernest Hemingway, “The Snows of Kilimanjaro”
How many ideas and thoughts are trapped in the past because you did not think of writing it? How many opportunities have you killed because you saved myself for the right time to do them? There is no perfection. There is no perfect draft. There is no perfect blog post. There is no right way of achievement. Your need for high quality is killing your craft. Do you know that? You do. Yet you still copy paste that thing you wrote this morning and hide it away in your journal or in your drafts never to be seen again.
How many sides of yourself are you hiding from the world? How many possible talents? Are you afraid of criticism? From who? People that don’t matter? People that do? Wouldn’t you grow either way? Kill your fears. You are doing something. And something is better than wasted ideas and dreams.
How many more lives are you gonna live? Just this one, right? Will writing about what matters to you kill you? Why are you so afraid? Face your fears. Face your anxiety. Face society and their harsh opinions of you, what to think about and what matters.
Why is it so easy to defend other people? How come if it’s yourself it’s harder? Why do you only speak up if you see injustice stricken upon those you care for yet turn a blind eye when it’s done upon yourself?
Don’t be cruel to yourself. The world is already so fucking cruel. Pat your back sometimes, and don’t do as an obligatory yay I’m trying to be positive for the sake that it’s healthy but not because I actually feel it compliment. Really, can’t you appreciate what you’ve done? How far you’ve gotten? How much you’ve grown?
Why are you always looking ahead? Can’t you see what’s in front of you? Can’t you see that the time is now? Now is reality, the past is a memory and the future is something you can only anticipate?
No, don’t delete what you wrote. There is no flow. There is no structure. But that is your brain. Those are your thoughts. Who the fuck are you censoring them for? Just let it go. Let yourself be you at the end of the day.