Short and punchy.
I shall write short and punchy.
I noticed something with writing almost 500 entries on this Substack: how I write is how I live.
In the initial days of the COVID-19 pandemic, I found myself teetering on the edge of sanity, and my writing had a channeled quality that rendered life dangerously enchanting. Subsequently, I began delving into personal narratives, guarding my premises, and navigating life with genuine uncertainty. As of late, my writing has assumed greater certainty, with less guarded premises, providing me with a sharper verbal presence in social interactions.
Now, I shall write short and punchy. The words I consistently express are words that shape my life. The following assertion hits true: we are what we write. I intend to abstain from excessive contemplation, shedding the burden of premise guarding, for my writing is no longer driven by truth claims. At this moment in my life, one virtue is unmistakably needed: courage. I shall write short and punchy because courage permeates my body when I do.
Fear looms incessantly. It is not going anywhere. I do not need to learn more, doubt my goodness, engage in endless “parts work,” or become more spiritually advanced. I just need to fucking go.
