Kat Atwell is a freelance writer, blogger & stage presence telling stories that deliver laughs, validation & community.

Mental Health | Wellness & Self Image | Experiential & Reviews

Any day.

I had an off weekend. I felt like I didn't fit in my skin, and it resulted in a lot of time spent on the couch, getting angry at myself for not feeling the way I thought I should be feeling.

Healthy. And yeah, Suz, it reminds me of the book you sent me. It's good to have the bad, I know. It doesn't mean I have to be the point where I readily embrace it quite yet, though.

Tonight, after a lot of hemming and hawing (who says that?), I took myself to an open mic poetry night downtown, and I'm so extremely glad I did. I met some interesting people, heard some amazing words, and was inspired.

I would choose any day to be a spoken word poet over being a stand-up comedian. Because at the end of the day, a poet can still be a comedian, but I'm hard pressed to come up with a comedian who I could readily transition into that of a poet. Maybe the one-liner dude. The bald guy with the crazy hair who speaks in monotone. Bob something? I dunno. You know who I mean. Maybe him.

Anyway, it's given me something to think about. Between that and the obsessive amount of knitting I invested in over the course of the past two days, I think I've been sufficiently sparked, artistically speaking.

Considering I already spent a couple hours journalling by hand, I'm going to not force myself to write here any more for the sake of having someone else read and validate the fact that I'm writing. So, sweet dreams, kids.

Beginnings.

Not Telling.