This past week life took over and I lacked the commitment to write on my Substack when it happened. I feel bad about it, like when you are on a diet and you lack the strength to not eat that gorgeous cheesecake. Guilt is an integral part of my life, guilt that I am not writing, guilt that I am not doing this or the other. I am working through it and getting better at it as time goes by, but still the guilt of not writing is there, and the sad thing is, the guiltier I feel about not writing the more difficult it becomes to write.
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My Substack, my lovely Substack
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This past week life took over and I lacked the commitment to write on my Substack when it happened. I feel bad about it, like when you are on a diet and you lack the strength to not eat that gorgeous cheesecake. Guilt is an integral part of my life, guilt that I am not writing, guilt that I am not doing this or the other. I am working through it and getting better at it as time goes by, but still the guilt of not writing is there, and the sad thing is, the guiltier I feel about not writing the more difficult it becomes to write.