Writing is a tricky thing. Especially for me. Words have an unspoken power (haha no pun intended). I have the greatest intention to write. But, when I sit down to do it, I end up sitting and staring at a blank screen. Where did the motivation go? I often wonder if it is the publicity of the internet that sends my motivation to outer space to never be found again? Writing becomes a reflection of me and the awareness that others are going to read changes the rules of the game! The words I write become a window allowing people to look in and no longer are a closed-door keeping people out. As a person who naturally keeps things inside and doesn't share much personal information with people, even those close to me, writing becomes a daunting task that goes against my nature.
This past year has been full of changes, ups and downs and all arounds! I've become more aware of how internal I am. So. I've decided to write. How is this time different from the other failed attempts at writing and blogging? This time I'm writing for myself. It's not about the numbers or joining the trend of blogging or because other people are doing it. I'm writing for an audience of one. Me.
Welcome to the story of me.
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