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.
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.)
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.)
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