Some time ago, I was sent a prompt from Firefly Writing‘s subscription service, Hello Writer. The prompt was to write about our vices based on a poem by Ceclia Woloch called Fireflies.
This poem barely covers all of my vices, and some are (happily) former vices, but this is the flow that happened.
and these are my vices
self-doubt
self-criticism
lack of boundaries
Hot Tamales and JuJubes
angry words for careless drivers
mindlessness when
mindfulness is needed
(which is always)
calling children sweetie
when they’re too old
or unknown to me
exhaustive worrying
about health and adults
who were children
and people’s perceptions
avoidance and procrastination
thinking about writing
more than actually writing
thinking I’ve failed
more than knowing I’ve
succeeded
living in the past
when the present is fleeting
