It’s been three years since I wrote on this blog. My last post (October 6th, 2020) was created as I prepared to head back to Vegas, sell my van, and return to a more stable and consistent lifestyle. Which, is probably in large part why I haven’t shared as much over the recent years. Something about being houseless and on the move makes me feel more like creating; maybe I feel like “normal life” Jess isn’t as interesting or introspective. A dilemma to delve into at another point perhaps, but for now, I want to share a journal entry I came across this evening, scribbled in a notebook from early 2019. I appreciated this reminder to re-frame my doubts, & thought someone else may need to hear it as well.
Why is it easier to talk ourselves out of doing something, than it is to convince ourselves that something is possible? Our lives are riddled with moments that we could have committed to awesome ideas or ambitious goals; but instead we’ve shaken our heads, turned our backs, and closed the door on possibilities that never stood a chance.
WHY?