A new chapter in the book

I keep on wanting to write and not knowing what about. I have a lot of shit in my head at all times but I feel like they're all fleeting thoughts that bother me for just a second too long.

I don't even know if I want to tell anyone what I'm up to. I keep feeling like I'll jinx myself if I talk about anything good or anything that excites me in the moment. It's a weird sort of feeling where I sometimes feel like I want to talk to someone but without telling them a single thing about me. Talk about the weather or something. Talk about their life and not mine. Never about mine.

I feel like I'm shedding a layer or myself that I adopted over the last nearly two years. I'm like a work-in-progress of some sort. Feeling a bit incomplete but well on my way to fixing that. I don't really know what that's supposed to feel like. Everything sounds super vague, I know.

I've been thinking about getting rid of my blog all together and just putting that part of myself in the past. I simultaneously know that this might be a temporary feeling. I'm no longer who I was a year ago. I don't even care to advertise my work anymore. If you're reading this, it's probably cause you subscribed to my mailing list, but I don't expect much outside traffic. I guess I'm looking within. I've gone a little private. When you show too much, people ask questions and I'm getting sick of being asked the same question.

Are you okay? Shut up.