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Think so hard

Sometimes I think too hard about things.  Doesn't matter the subject or context, can be a brief pain or discomfort I feel, can be the right words to write, might be my grocery list.  Not all the time thankfully, because truth be told I hate feeling worn down from overthinking.  It is one of my very least favorite experiences on a given day.

It's funny particularly thinking of this in regards to writing; for work when I feel this way I think, type, delete, think, type, delete, and berate myself for lack of ability to complete the task at hand.  What?  You don't go through the creative process of "this is great!  This is garbage.  I am garbage!  This isn't so bad.  Hey this is alright."  Just me and Hemingway?  Oh okay.

When I write for leisure like for this space, I often catch myself rereading my words going "wtf, mate?"  In either scenario, I usually come through by just writing "shit" and then combing over.  My advice I guess is keep going, keep writing, scratch it if it just isn't vibing and keep on until it does.  Deep breaths and a 5 minute bout of meditation also works wonders as well.

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