Never in a million years would I have guessed that I would be here again. That I would have stopped writing again. That I would become an inflexible salary person. But that is exactly who I am.
Working in the hospitality industry for the past few years has taken every ounce of physical, creative, and mental strength out of me. I had to… I needed it, and still need it to survive in that environment.
I merely told myself that I was taking a break. Recharging my creative well. I had done that. I am still doing that, but still, other than this post, not much else has been written.
Now I have to fight my way back to creativity and my
writing, or give up. The latter is not an option.
I think the fear of knowing how hard the road had been
before…It terrifies me. Knowing how far away I have drifted from this life.
I have never been much of a quitter. So my fight to make it back to my true self, writer self, has begun once more. I am truly terrified. But what do I have to lose, right?