Where have I been?
This is somewhat strange for me, the whole idea of online writing. In the past, I mainly wrote about my day. There was nothing to it, it was cake, not much thought required.
After a long day I would sit down and write about what had happened. Exciting or not, it was the truth, and it was for my eyes only. Although I had often imagined that someday someone would discover my journals under piles of rubble, perhaps clutched in arms, aside a well preserved loaf of wheat bread. And if we’re being realistic– a slice clenched in my mouth, the butt, where all the vitamins live.
Some days I wouldn’t write at all, instead I would wait till the next morning, only so that the entire day would come to an end. A full circle.
Now I’m over thinking.
Occasionally, when I sit to write, I feel like I’m recording a journal entry. At least that’s what it devolves into. It’ll begin with a subject in mind; The Benefits of Reading for an example. I’ll write about what I’ve noticed in myself, then I’ll wander off into something completely unrelated– Doggy treats that’ll make my Maltese live longer.
I begin to ask myself if it’s worth reading. Perhaps none of it is. Maybe you feel differently, and if you do, thank you. I could write all day about gibberish, I can polish it up, spit shine and reorganize the entire piece.
Still, what’s the point?
I went into blog writing with the idea that I would research information and share what I’ve learned, but over the past few months it began to feel more like I was giving advice that others recommended. Now, I understand there’s nothing inherently wrong with that, how else would we have progressed as a civilization?
The problem was that I rarely followed any of the information.
That began to feel unfair, and slightly hypocritical. That isn’t me, at least not the way I like to perceive myself.
Eventually, sitting at the table felt less welcoming. Even my laptop began to slow down on me, like it knew what was up. “You’re not touching me like you once did.” We just weren’t on the same frequency anymore.
So, what’s different now?
In all honesty, not much. Although I can confidently say that not a day has gone by that I haven’t written. This entire year, at some point in the day, I’ve sat down with a pencil and paper, or at my slightly abandoned laptop, and wrote. Exciting or not.
Not day goes by without a book being read, an idea being scribbled down, or piece being written, with the intention of creating something meaningful and worth reading.
And what I’ve learned is that although I already understood that experience and growth takes time, it also requires patience and consistency. I suppose this also applies to plenty other areas in life: Relationships, Health, Craft, Career and Success.
In other words; I’ve been here and there, truly nothing and everything has changed.