I wanted to write...

I wanted to keep my commitment to write/send out an essay each Wednesday. However, I got terrible sleep and then went back to sleep for 5 hours, waking up at 3pm.

I attempted to cobble together something that I thought could make sense, but I decided against that. I also looked at the drafts I have that could be ready, but those are not calling to me in this moment to communicate what matters to me right now.

I could wait until tomorrow and still give myself credit for this week, but I’m going to see how it goes today/tonight/tomorrow before I make a firm decision.

That said, here’s what I wanted to write about:

• How I realized being a writer is something I’ve always been doing and honing, but it has been in the background. I want to bring it to the foreground of my purpose with more intention in the next phase of my being

• How I’ve been feeling like Aang from Avatar The Last Airbender. A character who lost all of his family and is now bearing a lot of responsibility and feels obligated to others.

• How some of my friendships seem to have asymmetrically shifted. We were once growing together and now one of us is choosing a path and it’s like: wait, we aren’t doing this together?

• The values I’m now realizing I need in this phase and how that’s different from the last values exercise I did.

• Why I majored in psychology and how that choice is indicative of so many of my actions that are rooted in poverty avoidance, awareness of others, and wanting financial independence

I write here as a promise to myself. I don’t have notifications on for new subscribers or look at the per essay analytics. I measure my happiness in telling a story that I feel good about. It is always a bonus when people like, comment, share, or tell me what they liked or were surprised by in my writings.

I will throw in a few YouTube videos that I really enjoyed lately. I love learning about random things over on that app.