time and time again, writing would impress on me certain truths that work in life, as in writing.
this morning, i could not go past one whole paragraph. kept reading and re-reading, tweaking the periods, moving it from page to another.
the main block was this: whether i should break it into sentences and make these sentences, anchor statements to developing new paragraphs. more work, more fear.
then eureka! once i started doing it, i found the flow.
often, i am like this. i get fixated to a certain thought, a certain sense of 'being' and 'believing' that dictates the way i see a person, the way i treat the day, and how i evaluate my past and present life. with this, my tendency is to self-penalise.
then i realised, what i have is just a thought.
and that the way out of a rut is to re-think, to break and see anew, to welcome experimentation, to do and brush fear like a fly, and trust in the 'flow' when one gets into it.
time and time again, i get impressed with this truth.
Vitti, you have to believe more.