meaningful
Today I'm feeling raw, vulnerable, and exposed.
Something cracked in my chest last night and I did something brave. It's the morning after and I think I might erase all of my efforts. Perhaps I wasn't ready? The Scorpio rising in me doesn't like being seen when doing something new. The Leo sun in me wants to be seen in the best light. The Pisces moon within relishes at the thought of creating something and sharing it with the world.
I'm a mixed bag of emotions.
Even as I write this, do these words even matter? In the age of short videos on social media do people even read anymore? Is everything I do now meaningless?
Although, I tell myself that every word, each time I press the button to publish a video, and every time I create an evergreen digital product I'm building a legacy. There is a library floating around in the ethers made of my mind and my hands.
What's more, I've also said I would still write if no one gave me a glance. It's the healthy parts of the dopamine rush that come when my fingers move swiftly over the keyboard, and when I speak on a video. It's the movement of my hands while I shuffle tarot cards.
I mean, maybe someone will be changed for the good because I was raw, vulnerable and exposed. I tell myself that is enough to keep going.