The thing is I’ve forgotten how good it felt to write. I mean to really write. To write for yourself and no one else. To write and enjoy it. Not to impress. Not to please. Not to be someone others want you to be.
Forget the labels. Forget the stereotypes. Forget the preconceived notions. For just a second. Forget what you are supposed to be and be you. Only you.
As they say, leave your problems at the door. Leave your baggage behind you right this moment. Leave the past where it belongs.
Stay in the present moment. Focus on the here and now.
You probably hear this one a lot too; dance like no one is watching. Well, apply that to writing. Write like nobody is judging you. Write even if it means you break every rule in the book. Write because you cannot imagine yourself doing anything else.
Who cares what others think or say? I know this rant is not going anywhere. Rather it’s like a derailed train travelling without a specific destination in mind. As for the title of this post (Friday Night Ranting), it isn’t descriptive, intriguing, attention-grabbing. But that makes no difference to me.
Writing much like living should be enjoyable. Some days you have to write and you have to live without limitations, without following rules, without being perfect.
Oh yeah, happy Friday. If you have read up until this point, meaning you wasted a few valuable minutes reading this semi-rant, I shall thank you.
Semi-rant isn’t a word; I invented it right now. Hey, a girl’s got to live a little. Isn’t that right?