The days of Inspiration

I miss the days of inspiration. Writing without worrying about the perfection behind every thought, sentences, flow and Instagram caption. What gives me the most engagement, with goals in mind.

The liberty, and freedom of words and thoughts being my own and the inspiration.

The imposter syndrome, the am i enough? Am I sucessful? Am I a writer? What makes a writer?

The old Heather, that couldn’t wait until I could place a laptop in my lap and let the words flow.

Let the emotions, thoughts, fear, stress leave my body, my mind, and become permanent.

For me to look back at, to see how far I’ve come. To see exactly how I was feeling at the time.

To see my growth, how far I will go.

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