Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Sometimes I don’t appreciate how much I do. I mean realistically I do a lot of stuff: I work two jobs, I write and schedule prompts that go up every three hours over multiple social media platforms, I read more books than most of the people I know, and I socialize with my family and friends. Still I find these moments where I think to myself why are you wasting time. For some reason my brain doesn’t think that it deserves a break. Does this ever feel like the case for you BTs? Write a poem about feeling like you’re wasting time. Are you actually wasting it? Is there something else you should be doing? If so, what is it? Or is that just one of the demon voices in your head finding another way to tell you that you aren’t good enough?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades