Writing down my thoughts and feelings is something I have done since childhood. First it was entries into a dairy, then it was writing poetry and prose (sometimes even song lyrics); this transitioned into journaling which morphed into blogging.
Then I reached a point where I wasn't sure why I was writing. What was the point? There were lengthy periods when I didn't capture any of my thoughts on paper. I know now that, even then, my mind was still sorting out what I wanted to get out of the process. The feeling of satisfaction when I find the perfect words to express my thoughts was worth holding onto, but I needed more.
In the meantime, I found other ways to express myself. I borrowed something from my childhood -- play. Doing things simply for the joy they bring. I took up golfing, gardening, cooking, sewing, cycling and reading. I love it all.
I still haven't sorted out where my writing is taking me but I have decided to be open to what comes along.
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