I've been thinking. I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking so much that I haven't been doing. Last year I left my old life to start a new one in the hopes of gaining more time to write. In the pursuit of my dream I quit my job and flew to Europe with a one-way ticket with the vague intention of teaching English in Vietnam. The goal was to teach English, recuperate, and meanwhile teach myself web development so I could eventually become time and location-independent enough to form exciting experiences and write.
Since I left California in March 2018, a lot has happened. I've had a lots of ups and downs in relationships, career, and health. I kept thinking, "After this is over, then I'll write. Then I'll draw, then I'll create." I kept thinking there will be a time when I can do whatever I want, whenever I want without a worry but worry is always there. Maybe you just get rid of the things that you really cannot bear (toxic jobs, toxic relationships, crisis health issues) and then keep going. It's hard to write when life is hard, but life is always hard. I asked myself, is anything really stopping me from writing or drawing right now, just for 30 minutes a day? The answer was no, so I realized I was stalling myself.
Another thing I worry about is that my product is not good enough, but then I end up hoarding "unfinished products" with the elusive thought that I'll be done "someday". The "I'll finish someday" thought is an excuse that allows me to procrastinate, both with wrapping up my writings and with sharing it to the world, therefore exposing myself to criticism. I've been both lazy and afraid.
Now is the time. I have sufficiently recovered from a health issue that had me bedridden for the past two months. There is literally nothing stopping me from writing. In the next week, I will add a few stories to my website, possibly talk about the health issue, and polish my social media presence. Maybe Instagram, Twitter, LinkedIn. Stay tuned.