If I’m honest with myself, there’s a huge part of my self-expression that’s laid dormant.
Rewind five years and I was forever making uncouth and depressing poetry that was read with shame on opening mic nights, writing plays, and mixing sounds to tell the stories I couldn’t tell people to their faces.
Those things don’t happen anymore. Don’t get me wrong — I love the written work I do. But it serves a separate purpose.
However, there’s been a distinct personal shift in my 2024. It’s a year where the critical analysis of my own internal monologue is unmatched, dissecting each quandary that enters my mind with such an expansive thoughtfulness I didn’t have before that I’m left with more questions than I started with. It’s turning out to be a year of incessant introspection for me, and I’m struggling to cope with that.
My thoughts are incredibly busy all the time, and I’m now at a point in my life where I suddenly need answers from myself that I never did previously.
Perhaps it’s because I’m on the road towards a major life milestone (my 30th birthday). Perhaps my ex — who told me last year that this quarter of 2024 would be the climax of my next personal spiritual journey, and I thought she was talking bollocks — was actually onto something. Or perhaps I’m just not spending enough time with other people.
Whatever it is, I’m overwhelmed with a need to create again, and my solution is The Unpitched… a place where I can unpack my life and try to make some sense of it.
This page will be a shift from my usual pieces but will touch on a lot of areas I’d love to explore more in my “official work” — namely dating, sex, and lifestyle. If you know me, you’ll know I have stories to tell.
No readers, some readers, it doesn’t matter. I don’t know how much I’ll post, but I hope you stick around for what comes.
Jas