Write God Damnit. Write.

Sometimes love letters from from the universe can be extra.

I asked the spirit of love how it wanted me to market myself today, and within milliseconds, it replied - “WRITE GOD DAMNIT. WRITE. IT IS THE SUPERPOWER I BESTOWED UPON YOU, AND I EXPECT YOU TO USE IT TO THE FULLEST!”

So here I am.

I haven’t written long form in a while, and it tends to be motivated by wanting to unconsciously hide.

The hiding reveals itself like an iPhone cord, on its last leg, and the wires are detaching one by one.

One day, it just stopped charging, and I have a dead phone.

The words just have nowhere to go, just like the charge coming from the wall trying to reach the iPhone.

Hiding feels like a lukewarm bath of unpossibility. No one is going to tell me I’m wrong or suggest I should be different.

I just have to get motivated or receive an aggressive letter from love to get off my ass and get my fingers on a keyboard.

Some people need to go on runs to release the prison of their minds.

I must run out of words to release myself from mine.

When I can’t fall asleep, I write.

When I need to understand what I think, I write.

When I want to hide from myself, I do not write.

So I give you full permission, reader, if you do not hear from me, feel free to reach out and ask, “Why are you hiding?”

I could use the accountability.

Ok. Now to write something with substance. See you soon.

What are you hiding from by not writing?