Over the last year there have been more moments where I felt alone in my process and journey.
Where, other than my wife and one or two others, I didn’t feel there was the support I thought I’d get.
Those moments grew throughout the year. They led to decisions in my writing as well as in my social media activity.
As a writer working towards publishing, especially in the past year, I felt it was time to address this.
I went off of Facebook a year ago. Have taken breaks from Instagram and Twitter, as well as this blog.
I learned a lot from those breaks. One of things is, there are a core group of people who want me to succeed in writing, then there are those who don’t care.
A few years ago, this would have hurt like hell. Today, it burns a little, but that’s all. Those who don’t support my writing are not necessary for me to write. Nor are they necessary to my every day life.
It may sound like a rant, which I don’t do often, but maybe it is. I’ve reached a point as a writer where approval isn’t necessary for my mental health , that’s good right?
The last few days I’ve been writing something different and it’s been hard. It goes against a lot of who I am. It’s also a great story idea. When we, as writers and humans, reach a point where the approval of others is no longer necessary. That’s when we’ll stop caring what people think about us. It’s freeing and scary.
Today, I put some words on the page on this story. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it once it’s done, but its fun as hell.
Hope you’re having a good Tuesday. Make sure to take care of yourself today and I’ll see you on Thursday.