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Writers Block

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I desperately want to write but I have nothing to write about. It's like my brain is teasing me, it desperately wants me to write something inspiring, something for me to be proud of but its not giving me the creativity and inspiration I need to actually write. Thinking about it though, I don't believe I will ever be proud of something I have written because if I was then maybe, just maybe I'd think there was no point to write anymore. I'd have nothing to push myself towards. But right now, I just want something to write about.

I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs, I'm completely racking my brain and all I can think about is how terrible my handwriting is. Pointless when this is on a computer screen...

You see I don't want to constantly write about sad things. Even though this is my outlet I just don't want to read these back one day and only see negativity. But with how this batch of writers block is going I may have no choice.

This year I want to focus on my confidence. I want to bring a more positive vibe this year. Because with everyday there are positives, my goal is to acknowledge them more. By feeling the positives and saying yes to things my confidence will develop again. We'll be friends like we used too.

Obviously I can't see the future, I have no idea what's going to happen but I hope you continue on with me.

Well...even though I'm dealing with a bout of writers block I seem to have managed to write something to you.

Here's to this year.





Much love
Beth xx

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