I’m No Longer Afraid To Write

TLDR: The fear comes and goes

One thing I’m realizing that I shouldn’t fear is finality. Finality is final, and when it’s here, it’s here. Until then, nothing is final. Finality isn’t something to fear.

Finality in what context?

Writing. Speaking. Being.

Being unable to write is a ton of pent up ego. The ego is stronger than we think. It’s hard to let it go because it’s hard to notice it’s there when it’s always been there. It’s a skill to let go. The beautiful thing is that succumbing to ego is just a habit and when we kill a dirty habit, it tends to stay gone.

Maybe it’s the writing course I took. Maybe it’s the reflection the course forced upon me? I don’t know, but, I think I’m forever more open in my writing and speaking, so, there’s no going back now.