There is a barrier
wall
impediment
one of those fences dogs have
so they won’t go out of bounds –
that shock them if they get too close
so they don’t go too far.
I hit
grazed
nicked
scraped it
(already).
I don’t write for an audience. (Or didn’t.)
[ ] long ago, I stopped writing creative
interesting
personally-identifying
close-to-private
anything.
Only what was straightforward, informational, and asked for.
[Journal not included.]
Forced myself not to have any sort of audience as a motivation.
Because my previous focus was: unhealthy
ugly
self-centered
in the wrong direction(s).
Led to: stress
pressure
(Goals = Fail).
I recognized the misdirect. (I think.) And changed course.
Did I overcorrect?
Let the pendulum swing too far – and crash into the other side?
Was I too stringent?
Maybe. (Probably.)
But where is that line?
How do I enjoy
de-stress from
be energized by
writing (again)?
That another(s) might read? (And allow them to?)
And not get off-course – again.
Not focus on the audience – or on myself.
But still be mindful – of both.
?
[Processing.]