It is half past midnight and I don’t want to go to sleep. I am restless, tense, nervous. There is a tight feeling in my chest and I know what is coming.
Tonight, I read something on Twitter that hit home.
I felt that. Especially because I had a longer post written about my day and that feeling building inside.
Everything will be okay. Everything happens for a reason. People are in our life because we need them, not because we necessarily want them. When they leave, let them go.
❤️💚🖤🤎🧡💛🤍💙💜
reflections of an unquiet mind 
Your mention of that tweet made me click on it so I could comment. Yes, all of us who post on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc. are wanting attention, and when few – or no one – responds, we feel like shit.
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Very true. It’s getting easier (for me) though. And yet… Often enough I feel under-appreciated or whatever… Thank you for seeing me.
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I hear you. It can also get quite addictive when people do read and respond, which quickly leads to a disquiet mind; then next comes chasing the next entertaining post. I had to unplug and re-calibrate.
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Absolutely. There was a moment when I felt the need to share something new every day. But when something you like doing becomes a chore, it is time to re-evaluate.
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I wonder if you also keep a personal journal outside of WordPress?
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Yes, I do. Old-school with fountain pen and paper. How about you?
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