I swear I've been working out more. My bench is back up above 300 again (yeah I'm bragging a little). I'm also running. But I'm still struggling to sleep. Maybe this is just life after 30. Maybe it's the knowledge that I've failed to sell my vision. That despite the fact that I spend every moment working to hone my skills as a writer and communicator, I still struggle to illuminate my outlook or even explain where I'm coming from.
I think that's really it. I could live with it if it were a matter of simply not making a difference. But I feel like I haven't even found a way to communicate my thoughts and ideas with eloquence and clarity.
The cold, hard truth? I'm simply not a great writer, yet. It's humbling to admit because it seems like so many people find their voice and an audience by their mid-twenties. But I'm not there. So I'll just have to keep working at it (and not sleeping).