I want to write. I think my writing’s beautiful but I stop myself short because it’s not of quality enough in my eyes. I see people with far greater readiness than me write for pages on Substack. When I read their work, I think to myself that if I had written that, I wouldn’t have published it. But they did and people love it! Should I cease my crying and improve my quality so I can feel free? Would it be like Sisyphus endlessly pushing that boulder up the hill? What if I can’t focus on one thing only? I still have some rounds to run chasing my own tail until I have to decide what’s right for me. Let me finish doing that first, then I’ll get back to you.











