So I started this online journal thing. I am mildly excited about it. It could be cathartic. I have wanted to write for a long time. I tried writing much more when I was younger. I threw a lot of things away that I thought were stupid but some things are still around. Here is my last musing. I wrote it a few months ago shortly after I moved to PA.
I suppose it's not what you say, but how you say it. I've always hesitated to write because I never felt like I had the authority to say anything because I've never done anything. But the longer I go without writing the more unhappy I become. All I've ever wanted to do was to write.
I feel like I'm dying.
How much time have I wasted doing nothing but doubting and wishing my entire adult life! It is unbearable. If I don't have what it takes to live it, the least I can do is write about it. It is one step up from dreaming. At least there is a manifestation of ink on paper - a materialization of thoughts. No, it's not as good as living, but it's not being dead either. I've been paralyzed for all this time, I might as well have been in a coma.
This initial writing exercise is like the flutter of an eyelid, the twitch of a finger after a long cold slumber. It will take lots of time to get my voice. And I may just have to admit that my writing sucks and I will never be witty or lyrical or even interesting, but it will keep me from dying. Because if I can just imagine that there is someone that could read what I write and say "huh, this writer has something good to say." I would be happy. So I will write to this imaginary critic...
...and then it trails off into illegible scratches as I fell asleep with this last thought. that was the last time I felt like writing. And here I am again trying it again..
Well just do it! Don't give your past too much power over your now (present) and future.. I am truly excited to witness your journey through your words!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mahogany! It is really nice to have someone cheering for me :)
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