This was and is my baby - a true dedication to my writing craft. Yeah, so, I know - blogging is a thing of the past. No one cares about what I have to say. I cherish my loyal subscribers and followers. Aside from self, who else am I even typing these words for? What am I actually doing?!
This is cathartic, this is my outlet, this is the best way I know how to express myself and it’s only through my words that I am able to find temporary peace. Society seems to have no room or time for sentimental verses. You are all too busy and worried about self to ever read these words.
I am so grateful and thankful to those of you that have taken the time to see what’s on deck in the world of Tish. I don’t know how I was even able to let so much time pass, I have not been true to myself or my creative roots. I think I have been self-sabotaging, who knew I could be so cruel to myself? Do you find yourself fucking shit up for self too? I surely didn’t - I do not feel like I am remotely living up to my creative-earthly duties.
Dare I make another promise or another vow to be better to myself and my craft? What have I been doing for three years? Traveling, living, getting promoted at the work. All seemingly terrible reasons that seem to keep me away from my passion(s).
Why do we do this? Why did I do this? Three years flew by in the blink of an eye - I literally don’t know where the time went. Luckily enough I took plenty of pictures and video to know & remind myself what I have been up to. Here’s to not promising to do and be better - actions speak louder than words. We’ll see when my next post goes up if I am going to actually going to continue this sweet momentum or am I going to fuck it up. Thank you for doing your part - your time is invaluable to me, thank you so, so, much for hanging out with me.
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