I hadn't given it a second thought until I started this blog. I know I love to write, but why am I literally exploding when I'm not writing? I knew I needed to write as an urgent emotion overwhelmed my chest while working in a company where I felt claustrophobic, and my only way out was through my mind. Writting it down on a piece of paper, that later merged in my daily notebook.

This notebook is not a journal, Is for general notes and mainly for work, so it has seen a lot, done a lot, knows a bunch and none at all because of the gibberish only the writer knows. Anyways.

I notice myself hunched, and literally have to put my elbows down; I feel like this girl right here. 100% relate.

How am I (now, writing it down) feeling just right? And literally me questioning myself who am I if I'm not writing, when I'm not writing through writing. Why should it be done in the public and not a publicized blog?

Can I self-review without writing it down? No. I can speak a bunch of words and get myself in a resentful rage for what I've done to my gifts and the absence of my responsiveness to them. I only come back to -focused- state, after pouring down these thoughts. Thankfully is not related to productivity, because I can be productive without being focused and still get it done. Is this relatable?

Point being; I haven't heard my gift, I have misused it and I think by paying for a domain & a hosting website commits me to providing a safe space for these words to flow with their own energy.

Cause man I know that keeping this to myself is driving me nuts. Energy contained must flow toward what lights it up. Even though nobody reads, cares or understands it. As long as it does not hurt you or others in full contentment (cause yes, small letters count too!) ; Please, do what lights your heart and brings you joy, or that small spark of peace.