A letter to my inconsistency

Inconsistency

Keeping up with something daily is exhausting, maybe too much for my liking.
Lately, I’ve felt forced to write only out of a desire to meet a daily goal, putting aside the emotional joy that this blog means to me.

When I created it, I knew I wanted it to be intimate and unique, and after a long trial of almost 30 days, I’ve decided that writing every day by answering a list of questions is just not for me.

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I enjoy inconsistency, spontaneity, and the feeling of freedom.
I’m not abandoning the challenge I set for myself to disappear forever and hide this blog away into nothingness.
But I am writing to reaffirm that thanks to my inconsistency, my passion remains alive.
I’m writing with fire again, motivated, as my words flow naturally and bring me relief. They make me happy.

This makes me happy.
Feeling that I can write again in a way where I reclaim control over my own projects.
I feel I can reopen the door to continue creating entries that carry an authenticity I am proud of.

Thanks to this blog, I discovered how much I love writing, how deeply I love this art, in addition to my love for drawing itself.
It has become an important root in my life tree, one I wish to nurture consciously, making decisions to strengthen that knowledge.

Today, I celebrate that inconsistency keeps me authentic and happy.

Don't be afraid to leave behind what no longer resonates with you or traps you in a routine you don't enjoy.
For me, none of the days I wrote as part of the 365-day challenge was ever a waste of time.
And on the other hand, I believe I will keep writing—but at a slower, more intentional pace.

Also, I feel like I’ve bombarded you with so many blog posts per day, so many things I needed to say.

Thank you for reading me genuinely,
and thank you for allowing me to have this space where I am free!🚀🌌