Blogging Hyatt – 2

6/16/22
Morning ~ 11 am

As a teenager, I grew up convincing myself that my thoughts aren’t worth sharing. My thoughts are not clever, funny, insightful, meaningful, and a waste of time and space for other people. “I should just stay quiet.”

I’m feeling into this belief a little bit now as I try to start writing. I also notice how calm things have been in my life the last few weeks, and I often find myself becoming uneasy with the peace. I think to myself, “Everything is going too smoothly for me. I have nothing impactful to write about; no crazy story to tell about my current experiences.”
I need to go have those wild experiences that I can come back and impress everyone with. Material I can write about that comes from the deep depths of the human experience, cuts straight to your core, and leaves you gasping in heartfelt resonance.

But I’m just working a job, paying for an apartment, saving money, and loving my girlfriend. I’m pretty content, and it feels difficult to write about and grab your attention with. Whatever I’m doing in life seems to not be wild and adventurous enough. That obviously isn’t true for me, it’s really just right now that it feels true. My mind likes to forget about all the things I’ve done that have been too adventurous and scary and uncomfortable for me when they were happening.
But those are the times that I remember and cherish the most. The times that were too scary and too much are always the memories that touch me deeply and leave me thinking, “I have to get back to that wild feeling.” Those are the times I have the most gratitude for.

My mind says this stupid blog is irrelevant, and asking why I’m even continuing to spew random sentences onto a document for no one to read or find interesting.
Thanks for your opinion, Mind. I’m gonna keep writing though.