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Growing up I always thought that I could not write. The essays I would make for class assignments made little to no sense. My typing and writing skills were that of a two-year-old, and of course, my spelling was atrocious; and if it wasn’t for spell check- I wouldn’t have known how to spell atrocious correctly. As I got older, I overcame my terrible spelling and terrible sentence structure- again with the help of spell check. Writing became one of my favorite things to do as long as I can remember. Even if my sentences seemed to run on, nothing made sense, and no one had any idea of what I was trying to spell, I continued to write. It’s what I love to do.
So, why if I was such a terrible writer did I continue to keep writing. If it was something that I dreaded to do and was something where I had someone type or write for me for tests as a kid, then why do it? Why keep writing? Well, if you have been to school recently, you have to write. A LOT! Remember writing down notes in class so much that you thought you were getting early-stage arthritis? If not, you were probably the kid who took pictures of your classmates’ notes and copied your smart friends’ homework.
No, the reason why I kept writing was that it has always been the only way I know how to express myself. I can write an amazing, thoughtful, and insightful sentence (not to brag), but if I try and say the same thing out loud I stumble over my words, lose my train of thought, or it becomes too hard for me to say. I’m not really good at speaking. I sound like a complete idiot half the time. I mean, who doesn’t. When I write I feel like I can say more than I could if I said it out loud, and I can say it correctly because I’ve edited at least three times.
There is a lot that I don’t talk about. There is a lot that is hard for me to say or express. Writing has been a way for me to work through those parts in my life that are hard to talk about. However, it’s also been a way for me to record the great, amazing, and happiest moments that I have lived. Everything that I have experienced is either archived in an old article, or written in an old journal that is in a dusty storage bin somewhere. All of the humor, the arguments, adventures, heartbreak, amazing friends, and those I am still trying to forgive. It’s all written down. You could say that writing is my form of a therapeutic process. But hey- therapy is expensive. WordPress is free.
Human emotion is hard to deal with. We all deal with it in different ways. Some like to punch pillows, broodily stare off into the distance, and some like to create a personal blog that people may or may not read.
I’m not sure what this blog is going to be about. I haven’t decided. But I think that’s where we find our greatest moments. When we’re not sure where to start. We just start wherever we see fit. So enjoy my endless rants, awesome adventures, and incredibly boring lifestyle. This should be fun.
“You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That’s why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.” ― Octavia E. Butler
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