A week ago...excited at the amazing motivation and passion I had for writing it led me to do things I shouldn't have. I wanted this to be a place where I could come and write without someone telling me to " be careful and remember your purpose". Although it upsets me to know that by telling my mom about what I was doing or posting my vague excitement on facebook, I in turn caused the interest by those interested parties... so full circle moment is that I am scared to be successful. When I tell my Mother of my project she wanted the details about what I was writing about and the address. I told her that I needed to care about myself now, and not give out the address because it was imperative for my writing to be without anxiousness. So that it could flow freely. At one point I ended up saying well... if you know me, I am sure you can figure it out if you really wanted to find it. That wasn't an invitation to scour the internet for it. But none the less... I know that I come from a long line of women who have the super capable researching gene...and I knew that it was exposed if it hadn't been already. However. I take full responsibility for this failure. It was my pride that wanted recognition. Lesson Learned! #redo #updateprocess&outcome #besuccessful
As I hung up the phone...#regret, I knew right then and there that I had ruined my writing mojo and project. And haven't written since...until today. This post though is to say goodbye. I have confirmation. I asked for advice and I got my answer.
Its in the past... I can't talk about it...cause its over~!