Dear Last Person I Made a Promise To,
I don't usually make promises that I don't mean. It's probably why I don't really make promises. Not even as a joke. But I guess you could say I made a promise to myself. I haven't really kept it. I promised I would write a lot more this year, it was my new year's resolution. I failed the first week because I didn't post on my blog. I am still continuing to fail because I have yet to go and post anything. I have been working on a piece, on and off, but I don't seem to be satisfied with it. I've wrote a lot and I have a lot of pages of handwritten material, but I just don't feel comfortable publishing it.
Writing the piece makes me realize that I should have resolved in gaining more confidence in myself. I have so many thoughts but am too afraid to put them out there. What would I have to offer? All these negative thoughts stop me from doing something I actually enjoy to do. I tell myself I am not a real writer, even though that is all I want to do sometimes.
Anyways, my pessimistic mind doesn't allow me to make promises of any sort. I don't make promises to anyone because I don't keep them. Apparently to myself too.
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