To sit with myself, completely alone.
How much unconfortable it is to sit with yourself, with the intent of writing, but with no idea about what to write about.
I postponed the creation of this blog for so long because I wanted to avoid this moment. I did not want to sit in silence with my own thoughts. It did not feel comfortable. It still doesn't.
Tonight I wanted to aknowledge the fact that I'm still doing it. I don't like it, but I'm willing to follow through (tonight).
I've got no conclusions from this. No new ideas nor plans. But I know I need this practice, to sit with myself, completely alone. So I'm doing it.
If it sounds a bit dramatic, so be it. I don't mind.