I contradict myself.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
-- Song of Myself, 51 by Walt Whitman
I have written about writing. I have written about editing. I have written about perfectionism. I have written about consistency. I have written about feeling enough.
And yet, I do not seem to 100% believe the things that I said.
I tell myself: keep writing the imperfect thing, edit later; write whatever, just keep going; no need to be consistent...yada yada.
And yet, I look back on my posts and wonder: if I really wrote that, how is it that my actions contradict with my words? How am I still struggling with creation?
Don't get me wrong. I am not blaming myself for this. Guess what: Not knowing the answer to that question is okay. If anything, I am curious at this point: How does one turn from an entity of knowledge into an entity of action? When does one actually start doing shit?
Wait a second, I think I have written a post on that.
It has come full circle, guys. I knew it. I knew the answers to all the questions I ask myself all along. I am so in my head right now, time to start doing shit.