Why does writing and self-doubt go together like peanut butter and jelly? I'm struggling to have one without the other.

I took a break from writing, the longest break I think I've taken since I started. Why am I having some much trouble starting back up again? Why do I feel so much fear towards the act of writing now? Any suggestions or helpful words of wisdom?

Some days there just isn't enough space in this mind of mine.

I'm trying hard to stop being my own harshest critic. This causes fear, doubt, and procrastination, all of which I cannot afford to have in my life any longer.

Just had a lengthy conversation with my 13 year old kid about one of my current projects and with her help, answered some questions I'd been having about it. It's crazy how having a helpful and quality sounding board can be. I love her!

I find it truly awful when life creeps in and tries to push the creative spark out like it's some kind of pest. It's like, who do you think you are? Who's the real pest here?

Currently contemplating what it means to have the ability to contemplate.