"I’m searching for something that fulfills and excites my soul; something that feels like a natural part of who I am. And I think that’s writing. Anytime I do it, it just feels correct. A “right place at the right time” type thing that feels closer to breathing than thinking."
I talk about putting my workout there even if it's not perfect on my Substack
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My perfectionism isn’t a tool though; it’s the safety blanket I hide under when fear of releasing my work creeps in. When that terror slithers up behind me, whispering like nails on a chalkboard, ‘If you put imperfect things out, others will gossip and judge you.'
“Did you see her piece? So ugly, right? Why does she think she can do it?” “That was horrible. She’s so dumb.” “She’s weird, so of course she’d think that’s good.”
And on and on I imagine they’ll go, a parade of ants swarming around the vulnerable work I’ve left out. So I keep tinkering with it instead of putting myself out there, falsely believing I can ascend my writing to such a high level of godhood, no one can judge me, mock me, ridicule me.
me fighting against my fate every day
Had such a wonderful Venus cazimi!
Wore my Venus talisman,
Had nice weather,
Got asked to networking events (Venus rules my 11H),
and a new acai bowl place opened with 1/2 off bowls ♀️💕
For context I'm in a Virgo profection year and it's an angular house (10H)
I knew this lunar eclipse was going to be a rough one and boy is it 🥲
Introduce your big 3 in a funny way
Anxious af (internally) Sun, anxious af (externally) Moon, life's one big journey ain't it rising