Dear diary,
I had an Albeart Einstein stuffed bear like the one above.
He sat on my bed for years. This bear and my William Shakesbear ( part of collection of fancy bears which came out in the 90's). The 199)'s were good years.
This is what the William Shakesbear looked like: I had the same exact same one until he got old and frayed and I turned 35 years old.
These bears remind me of living in New York..before the children. Before this life now.
It's been 6 days since I last wrote. I realise how much of a creature of habit I am and honestly, I prefer Facebook posts with my 4000 followers and friends) and my sometimes 300 to 1000 likes per post and constant reassurances that I'm selfless, loved and I write well.
Writing on Steemit is hard, lonely and Im lucky if I get more than 8 likes on each posting.
Why bother? I have enough things to work on in life and in the writing world.
And what has this to do with the bears I used to collect?
Absolutely nothing!
Im just being pensive and reflective.
and because my ego is bruised.
It bothers me because people I know and met keep trying so hard to write better and get more followers.
I know friends who do write 3 times a day and I respect these friends.
And we have these WhatsApp chat groups- which frankly, I hardly read and join groups, I don't really understand. And I don't take instructions well.
(Forgive me, Im talking to myself)
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I've decided to persevere and try.
Just like working out and dieting. Except I hope to stick to it. As I should, working out and eating more healthily.
and change the living in chaos.
But I digress.
So let's try it again, dear diary, Ive decided...never mind if I anyone likes my posts or not. I have no idea how to take instructions and take money, anyway. I'll just write. For fun
I will be the tortoise after being the hare for so long. Who cares?
Maybe I'll start collecting bears again, in the meantime too. For fun
I'll write for myself, first too. For fun!
Sincerely,
