It’s time to write.

It’s time to write.
It’s been taking too long.
Back in the days, when I feel I was the same, but smaller and younger, I wrote all the time.
Stories about witches and magic, about love and loss, a lot of it in the form of poetry.
I’ve always told myself and others that I’m ”good at writing”.
That writing comes from within. Naturally.
And it does. But I haven’t been writing for years…
So here we are.
Back at it again.

A lot has happened in the past years.
A lot ALWAYS happens in living times, but the last 3 years on this planet have been especially crazy.
The whole COVID-narrative…. the shifts of power and money that have taken place, and many people not seeing that.
Life keeps spinning, turning, the usual life seems to be ongoing, but it feels we’re moving into a dystopian future real soon… and I’m not sure where to go with that.

I am blessed with many resources and opportunities, and still I don’t know where to go or where to start.
How to improve the world, society, how to do ”good”.
Feeling selfish at the moment…
But also feel that being ”selfish” and taking good care of myself and focus on the things that bring me joy is step 1.
But there’s a limit to this, and stepping over insecurities and coming up for what is RIGHT is the next inevitible step… at the same time this feels sooo ego-ainflated to say this really….

All in all, here you have the experience of a 30-y old woman still figuring out where to go in this life and trying to enjoy the ride…
with all the ups, downs and losses it comes with. Like everyone….

Take care of yourself, your neighbours, and your loved ones.

God bless.

X

Marieke