No wonder, I enjoy writing so much. Whether writing for this particular blog, writing a letter or writing in my journal, there is something about writing that makes me happy. My love affair with writing began early. In fact someone gave me a diary in elementary school and that seemed to be the catalyst for a life of writing.
Although it might not have been the most auspicious beginning. I also wrote a lot for school, including an award winning article on what the Statue of Liberty means to me in the 4th grade. It’s okay to be impressed by this, if I could put it on my resume, I probably would.
oh yeah, I was very profound in my youth. all about cute boys and club meetings. I don't even know what club I am writing about.
Award winning elementary school articles aside, it turns out I didn’t have a whole lot of deep thoughts to write down in a journal. So the journal took a bit of a hiatus until my years of teenage angst started to occur. (On a side note, my Mom likes to say this started at 13 but my recollection puts it closer to 15 or 16.)
Yup, red jeans and a 90210 calendar, I was quite the cool kid in school 1992
It was at about this time, a great friend of mine (Leiat) suggested that if I enjoyed writing for school so much, I should probably revisit the idea of a diary or journal and gave me one as a gift. (It should be known that she gifted me the journal complete with a pair of bright red jeans. So YES, I was very cool back in the day.)
these are just a small sampling of the journals I used in High School
It was all over after that. I wrote every single day and brought with me everywhere I went. Often times, note taking in school was replaced by journal writing. I even at times had other people write in there too. I attempted poetry (it was all extremely BAD poetry), I wrote about what I was feeling, what I wanted, was needed, missed, loved, obsessed over, you name it, I wrote it. I still write it.
You may be asking yourself, okay, great but why are you telling us this? I’m telling you this because I am not a writer, not a real one anyways. I didn’t major in English, I don’t always know the proper place for a comma or even more a semi-colon and I definitely struggle with rules around writing. (I can never remember what the heck a preposition is anyways.) But all that said I still write. Why do I do it? Here is a list of just some of the reasons:
it makes me feel good
it helps me process my thoughts
It helps me purge negative energy
It gives me good ideas
It feeds creative energy
One quote I found describes it in a much better way that I just did
I talk to each of you in individual conversations I realize that we’re all looking for something that makes us feel the way I described above. We’re looking for an outlet to help us get out of our own heads and focus on the positive. Maybe writing isn’t for everyone, BUT maybe it is for YOU. And maybe you’ve been thinking about doing it but something prevented you from picking up a pen. I thought maybe if I shared some of my thoughts on the subject that you might grab a pen and start scribbling your thoughts. If my experience doesn't motivate you maybe these quotes will.
The world needs more storytellers. People who use their words to speak up and out. So grab a pen, tell your own story. Even if it is just for you, expression is contagious.