And yet...

And yet...

I come back.

Eventually.

The writing desire is always there.

And over the past few years, it has been a relentless drive that I have been silently wrestling with inside.

The pressure to 'post' or "show up" online for business purposes and relationship building has constantly wiped out any energy to write.

I only want to write for me.

If it's healing for someone else, that is a bonus.

I don't want to write only to serve and help others.

That can absolutely be a byproduct of my expressions, but it cannot be the main intention.

The pressure to have my words perform, 

The pressure to monetize my authenticity,
kills my creativity,

dampens my flow.

I like taking a peak at my earlier posts here, and seeing that younger Traci was, even back then, trying to write only for her, and no one else.

Right now, 

THAT

is my only way forward.

It has to be for me.

And I know that when it is, 

because it is my truth, and my real, lived, direct experience,

it will naturally be healing for others, validating, inspiring, truth revealing, or insightful.

That's the nature of our own Truth.