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Writers: What Are You Worth to Medium?
— Reflections of an exhausted Medium writer
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I suspect my angels tried to wake me before. Once, when I was all alone at home, I was standing in our enclosed garage; the side of it has an iron fence, and what I could see from where I was standing were the leaves of a big tree dancing in the wind and patches of blue sky peaking through. This was a year back while I was at the bottom of a long and dark depression.
At that moment I had a glimpse of awakening. A fleeting thought that life is all a dream. It passed as soon as it came. And just like that it was gone.
Just like that day, I’m waking up to a lot of things, which I’ve been blind to before. Currently, I’m waking up to my worth. I’m unmasking all the falsities, to truly step into my power and boldly live my life.
Medium is my place of transmutation, for all the darkness in my life and not the multiplication of my darkness. I’m being called to take my struggles, turn them on their heads and sing a song of freedom, joy and victory.
I’ll be taking A mini break, and I’ll also be posting less. I read a wonderful article today that opened my eyes and made me evaluate what I’ve been doing on Medium. It brought my hasty plan of…
