I want to start writing.
I have a bone in my body I can’t quite explain, but I’ll try.
I want to constantly be creating something. I start something ALL THE TIME.
I barely ever finish.
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This probably sounds bizarre… but I’ve always felt a lot of joy in “writing.”
Now, I know that doesn’t sound bizarre. Plenty of people enjoy writing.
But there’s a reason I’ve put it in quotes.
I’m talking about SUPER small things: a well-structured email; a well-crafted text; a solid & well-formatted to-do list.
Don’t even get me started about the era of writing Facebook event; you would’ve lost your mind.
The self-prescribed brilliance that oozed out of this brain was outstanding! Informative and hilarious are among the top of things no one people remember.
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Anyways, when I’m proud of something I’ve written, I find myself reading it over and over again.
I wonder if that’s a common phenomenon?
There’s a palpable sense of pride I feel.
I read: I smile. I re-read: I feel accomplished. I read one more time: I think “wow, she’s done it again.”
It’s a little psychotic feeling, tbh. And sounding, for sure.
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I wouldn’t think it was quite as weird if what I was talking about felt worthy of such a large response. But what I’m talking about is most of the time a little slack message; not a novel!
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It’s got me to thinking… it would probably give me GREAT pleasure to write in a more substantial way.
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Maybe I will.
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With this strong(ish) opinion on writing, you’d think I’d be a bigger reader. I’m not.
That’s something I wish I was! A reader. And that’s TOTALLY attainable. But I just… don’t do it. Like hardly ever.
I don’t do a lot of things.
This, writing, is something I think I want to do.
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I watch a lot of documentaries.
Well… that’s being generous. I watch a lot of true crime. Like… a lot, A LOT.
To the point where I wake up on a Sunday morning at 8:15 a.m. and I look for a murder investigation that I haven’t seen.
I compare options across every platform I subscribe to until I find the “right” case (?????). It’s kind of sick.
I’m always shocked to learn how many people keep journals* from all walks of life.
The reason I’m quite surprised is that, in modern society, “journaling” seems to be a “self-help” or “wellness” approach. But that can’t be right. Because, throughout time, it’s always been a fundamental urge that people feel the need to do.
Why is that?
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I feel it. I want it. I’m going to** do it.
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*Sure fire way to get caught, btw. Or for a sound alibi.
**Going to try to be regular about it bc I like it.
