Notes from a life that’s finally mine

I think imagery is a talent on its own. I can bet with my life that someone, somewhere before me has said this…but honestly… yes. I deeply respect imagery.

I love writing. Clearly.

I’m not the best, not the most polished…far from it, but I genuinely love putting my thoughts into words and giving them life.

That said, there are things I know I struggle with.
Number one on the list….imagery.
Number two… sex scenes.

What do we even call that style of writing?

There’s a word for it, Google has failed me, but you get what I mean.

The point is, I struggle to describe those kinds of moments. I can’t even sext… is that still a thing? I don’t know. But even that falls under imagery, doesn’t it?

A friend of mine, a renowned author..has his first two books in poetry. Good poetry. His latest, Renditions of the Soul, is a gem.

After publishing it, he mentioned wanting to write a novel.

In my head, I was like, finally.

Then about a week ago, he asked me to go through his manuscript.

Guys… my heart is doing funny things (and see, this is exactly what I mean about imagery).
I read the first ten pages, took a screenshot, and told him..
“This is going to be a banger.”
Let me not say too much… but daaaamn.

Life lately has been… beautiful.
And for someone who speaks so loudly about authenticity, I had to sit with myself and really observe where I wasn’t being honest on my end.
This is my life. My tiny, soft, beautiful life.
Somewhere along the way, my ego convinced me that people were watching …really watching, how my life is unfolding. That there’s some invisible audience forming opinions, judging, measuring.
But let’s be honest.
Why would I assume there’s a group of people somewhere deeply invested in my life like that?
And even if there were… why should that have any weight?
So I’m letting that go.
That quiet pressure. That illusion that my life is a performance.
I’m no longer chasing perfection for an audience that doesn’t exist.
I’m learning to appreciate my own milestones.
They don’t have to make sense to anyone else.
They don’t have to look big or impressive.
They are mine.
And that’s enough.
I’m no longer chasing timelines either.
My pace. My terms.

Detachment.
I’m not perfect at it, but I’m genuinely living it now.
If I compare myself to who I was a year ago… I’m winning. Quietly, but surely.

On love…
I’ve reached a place where I can say this without hesitation….I am the love.
I’ve accepted every part of myself. And that, for me, has been the most important shift.
I won’t wake up every day feeling it,but even on the days I don’t, I’ve built something within me that can hold me steady.
I’m no longer searching for love externally.
I’m embodying it.
And that has changed everything.

This….this right here is what I adore.
Putting my thoughts into words. Giving them life. Bliss.

I’m hoping to finish my friend’s manuscript today.
I’m excited for it. I’m excited for him.

And most importantly, I salute every writer who can master imagery… and those who can write steamy scenes without breaking a sweat.
Because clearly… that is a gift.

Now let’s go ahead and make this week beautiful.

Author: Miss Injairu

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