I feel like I'm going to pop.
How long has it been since I posted a personal piece of writing? I can't even remember. I've been writing, but decidedly not personal pieces. I'm still working with the online media company I started writing articles for last summer, and it eats up time and it gives me some income, but it's not for me. I feel it's not an area in which I am destined for great success, writing based on keywords and search-engine importance. Right now though, it's all I have.
It's hard for me to measure these two things against each other and to give both equal value: the writing I do for money, with assignments set by other people, and the writing I do for myself, which I hope in some unspecified-as-yet way will lead to a better career for myself. I don't make time for the personal writing, even if I feel (rightly or not) that it has more potential for the future and that it is what I am better at.
I think the practical upshot of what I just said is, I find it hard to value myself.
No answers today. I don't know what to do next. I confess that I have been demoralized for a while, wanting to move forward as a writer but with no good idea of how to do it. I still don't have ideas, so I'm saying out loud that I wish I did. That I feel stuck and I wish I weren't.
Maybe admitting it out loud is one tiny step toward unstuckness. I sincerely hope so. And if nothing else, here's a personal piece of writing at last. Hi world; I'm still around. I hope we will have more to say to each other soon.