Time. I write all day long for work, but when it comes to raw, introspective writing for myself, I really struggle to find the time.
At times, writing feels like an obligation. I've made a promise to myself to reflect for at least an hour each day to keep my creative juices active (and my emotions in sync) but I never want to feel like I'm obligated to do what I love. I want to want it.
Sometimes I'll start writing then backspace until there's nothing left on the screen. I prefer writing in my notebook (in pen) before moving things online specifically so I don't erase my initial thoughts. Maybe cross them out, but never delete.
Fear plays a major role in writing for the public, which I do because I've realized I need to express myself out loud. Sure, some of the posts on here or in my journal are reserved for my eyes only, but for the most part, I write to share.
But writing to share doesn't mean I'm writing for anyone but myself. And I have to keep reminding myself of that.
I also struggle to write as vaguely as possible when it comes to personal relationships because yes, they're obviously influential in shaping who I am and how I think, but my intention is never to shed a negative light on anyone in particular for the sake of it.
My time's up.
The #100daychallenge writing series is my way of holding my right brain accountable for all the brain fog in hopes that I'll learn to creatively organize my thoughts and learn something(s) new about myself in the process. The challenge includes prompts from the San Francisco Writers' Grotto's 642 Things to Write About. You can also follow my #100daychallenge here.