Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Generally speaking, I try to stay at least a few days ahead when it comes to writing and scheduling the prompts I make. It’s the only way I can maintain posting every three hours across multiple social medias and two jobs really. But the past few days I’ve let myself slip a bit. I had a bad day where I didn’t want to do anything and that folded into several bad days. I realized that part of the mood I was in was because I felt like I was letting myself down by not keeping up with an arbitrary schedule. Not a fun feeling I know but it is one that we can use. Write a poem about the feeling of disappointment in yourself. Is it easier or harder to deal with for you than the disappointment of others?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades
