D V6.9.26

I originally wanted to write in order to validate myself.

Write to bring joy and fulfillment.

Now I want to write to see if it brings me peace.

The need to write is a ravenous and unyeilding thing. I’ve been trying to avoid it for . . . five months at least.

I have not known any peace in that time.

Perhaps it me defying my own destiny, rallying against the idea that my path is predetermined.

Perhaps it is me protecting myself from the potential of failure.

Perhaps.

The only way I am going to find out is by writing this shit, and in doing so I’m finding it’s righting this ship.