We were talking about my blog, and I mentioned how my writing had become rather flat and boring since I wasn’t working at the club anymore, since I wasn’t unhappily in love, since I wasn’t suffering anymore nor in pain. He was wondering, “But why don’t you just write about everything that’s so beautiful about your new life?” I stopped in my tracks … and I had an epiphany, “Nobody had taught me to create art because of happiness and joy. I was only taught to create when in pain and suffering.” And another thought crosses my mind. I probably never considered that someone would be interested to read about me being happy. Isn’t that strange? I guess childhood programming can be truly paralyzing.
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