The Uncomfortable Cold of an Introspective Walk
Saturday morning walks I usually look for, but a change in the weather and some early morning overthinking create this space of discomfort
Moody night, Melancholy morning
I'll be honest. Lately, I've been feeling underwhelmed about my medium engagement. On both sides. My side and the reader's side. I'm prepared to take full accountability for declining the activity on my articles and poems.
I need to step up and set aside time to read. I don't read to get my work read back. I don't like the tit-for-tat energy. I'm a genuine fan of many writers here. I also have a core of readers who show up for me too. We must admit there are only 24 hours a day, and we all do our best.
I came to Medium as a reader, which made me start a subscription. There was a plethora of great reads to ingest into my soul. Then came the writing. For the first year at Medium, I barely got any engagement, and I remember I still put the same amount of work into the stories I published.
It's my art, so I wrote, published, and submitted it when barely anyone showed up. Well, in 2022, that changed. I had a wonderful creative streak and connected with phenomenal writers on and off…
