🌿 When the party is over🌿 Apologies for the hiatus. It turns out that starting a new job, especially when it’s a professional writing job, will leave you with less energy and time for poetry. With that said, an excited to close out this final week of the month with poems, and this feels like an appropriate prompt since I wrote it with a minor hangover and a sore bank account. Whoops.
The former comes from a place of lack and will always lead to resentment; the latter comes from a place of abundance and will always lead to joy. Fill your well with self-love and there will always be an overflow🌼 . . 📷- @creativegangsters on @unsplash
Hush the critic//day 18⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “How would today be different or how would your next decision change if you refused to give the critic words?”⠀ #thenextrightthing | @EmilyPFreeman⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ All too often, we make decisions, or perhaps hesitate to take the next step, because of the critic in our lives. This critic, she may reside in our own mind, telling us we’re not enough. We can’t possibly do this thing. We’re not even close to smart enough. Or she may reside in person, questioning our choices, making that face when we talk. Or perhaps she lives online, in our comments section or DMs, critiquing our work, our art in hateful ways.⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ She could pop up in any number of ways, but imagine if we didn’t give her space. Imagine if we didn’t take her words to heart. Imagine if we focused our eyes on our work, our creation, and saved space in our hearts for the words of those who matter most?⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Double tap to remind us all to hush the critic. 🧡