I used to be very emotional and decent at writing deep passages but somewhere between feeling the furthest depth of my pains and quitting weed I’ve lost my touch. I sorta healed a lot of wounds this year. I used to spend so much time in fear of looking earnest but it’s something I’ll always be, it’s okay, so I’m gonna keep typing ❤️‍🩹 Still at odds with my creative identity , not sure what to do with a platform of half a million people (and shrinking) where they soak up every ounce of vulnerability and emotion I can muster when I honestly feel pretty accepting of a lot of things I used to wrestle with. A quote doesn’t really do for me what it used to. I mean, why else do we do all this work?? What else can I say? I’m just riding the waves and just really grateful for what’s good, trying not to create narratives around what’s not. The quitting weed really helped with the latter. This year was hard for me and it was good to me ❣️