Trusting my own idea

While writing this book of mine, something felt not right. First I thought it was the language I was writing it in, so I started writing in another one (being multilingual can be a blessing and a curse), but it still felt off.

I’ve spent a couple of days away from it and yesterday I journaled about this feeling and I just don’t know how I didn’t see it earlier.

I wasn’t writing the book I want to write, I was writing a book that I thought people would want to read. I was trying to fulfil the expectations of others, expectations I made up myself.

So now I found my way back to the book I want to write and I’m back at it. Or I will be tomorrow as today the back ache is keeping me from my desk.