Fears.

This isn’t exactly my usual content, but I feel it is something I should put out regardless. I have been really struggling lately with not feeling good enough, and that has come through in my inability to write. There is no lack of ideas, but all of the ones I have feel stale and common. This is not an unusual emotion for someone who writes, but that doesn’t dull the sinking feeling I get when I put pen to paper. Seeing the amazing work of other creators has inspired me, but in these phases I can barely listen to music without getting the sense that I will never create anything that will have any impact, especially not on myself. I have long believed that music, poetry, and any other creative endeavor is worth creating and sharing, even if there is no one to acknowledge it. Art is worth something, even in a vacuum. It is this belief that has carried me through my worst times, and sheltered me from defeat in my best times. Now, I am having trouble finding comfort in this idea. While I still believe that art is inherently worth something, we are always the exceptions to our own rules. I know that there are many who are like me, not hoping for a “big break” per se, but just hoping that I can at least enjoy my own work for the merits I know that it has. Right now, I am working through this, and I hope to be able to post new content soon. Thank you to everyone who has been liking my posts and following me, as I have been so grateful to have your eyes and ears. I will likely be posting again soon, when I have an idea I care to put my name on.

Thank you so much,

Ada