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Hello May!

I was doing alright on writing during Lent, I need to find my focus on it.

What is the value of writing for me? It gets my thoughts outside of my body.

Is that valuable enough for me to invest time into it? Yes.

I am a person who things bottle up inside of. It isn't until I am at a boiling over point, that my internal issues get expressed. Writing consistently would help me to decompress more regularly, and perhaps diminish the need to run over.

I have found in my life, both personal and professional, there are things that I know and then there are the things that I practice. There is a disconnect between the theory/ideas of my life and the actions of my life. It frustrates me. It frustrates me because I feel like a failure because I do not have stuff figured out. I don't like feeling frustrated. I don't like feeling like a failure.

Perhaps I am too black and white with my outlook on myself. Just because something wasn't executed perfectly, doesn't make it a failure. In the grand schemes, do all these aspects of my life that I beat myself up over really matter?

This is almost a haiku-

I am me.
Me is a good creation.
I can do good.

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