writer's block

i don't remember the last time i sat down and recorded my thoughts, stream of consciousness. maybe i don't trust my own words as much anymore. they used to be all i had, and now they only spill onto the page after a certain amount of force.

write the truth. your truth. 

it seems that the truth is not as objective as i thought. ocean taught me that everyone has their own truth. what someone believes shapes their reality, so their perspective is always true to them. i guess to me that means that anything and everything is possible because every reality is true to someone out there. ocean taught me that the truer something is, the truer its opposite is as well. the most convoluted thoughts make the most sense. those i hate the most are the ones i really care about. and if something scares me, that's how i know it has to be done. i guess that's how i got hurt.

for the first time in my life, i have the freedom to dedicate each day to creating. but with so much change going on, i feel like i should have more to write about. i guess i am a little out of practice. when i'm really in a writing mode, everything that happens makes me want to write, and it's more unnatural to stop my pen than to let it all flow. now so much is going on that i don't even know where i can start that would ever be sufficient. 

i guess i'll begin with my truth. 

xo,

hannah