On Writing #11: Waiting to be ourselves again.
I’m halfway through the 12-week blogging challenge at MỞ. Every week has brought the same level of panic attacks. Writing had been so fun for me. Of course there were challenging periods. But now it feels like carrying a whining baby asking for attention in your arms — you want to ignore it, but you just can’t. And I know where this creative block begins: An occupied mind. I’m currently occupied with day-to-day tenuous tasks — what usually happens when you welcome a new family member, in this case, a cat. I’m about to be unemployed quite soon (after a while of being self-employed. Which means I’m about to stop employing myself). There will be financial burdens, and tough conversations with mom. Also, the world is suffering, and I can’t help but be a beaten-up soul looking infinitely into an empty space with so much helplessness. An occupied mind is not a good habitat for ideas. It leaves no room for ideas to come in. The first person to spot this was chị Mai Hương. She asked: “Where’s
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