A note on self-sabotage 😱
Entry: April 9th, 2018
“I didn’t get the creative stroke
of genius that I wanted this weekend,”
I wrote three years ago today.“I need to be able to relax
and write and do stupid
little things like organize drawers.”How tangled I used to be,
how tangled I still am. But my knots
sure are looser these days.I’m less tied to the regrets
I worry I might have, and more grateful
for the moments that live in my heart.
I am reading through old journals, and WHEW three years ago today I was caught up in my nonsense. In this same entry, I literally proceeded to write about how I’d die full of regrets if I didn’t let myself do those little things like organize drawers. Tightly wound, or wound tightly? You decide.