Don’t drop your weapon.

 I write with my sword, the one I was about to lay to rest for the evening. I’ve set myself the challenge of writing a blog every day and in all honesty I couldn’t be bothered to do today’s. I’m in agony, I’m exhausted and it would be easier if I quit my daily mission and slept but that would be self-sabotage (my goal is to grow in consistency as a writer with the intention to serve people with my writing).


As much as I am aware of my physical and mental state, I’m aware how there is a voice of perfectionism attempting to lure me into procrastination away from my discipline of writing. It tells me that what I write is not of value and may not even be read so I should just give up and try again another day. I dare not give into this fearful agent.



I ought to wholly love myself by pursuing my ideals even if it costs me my comfort. The truth is writing is one of the most powerful weapons I am privileged to have for myself and ‘some greater good’. I must not neglect it.


What is your weapon? (Or more realistically which weapon are you yielding this season.)

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