Without a shadow of a doubt, writing has changed my life in incredible ways.
I’m about to attempt to explain how much impact writing had on my life. And continues to have. I’m not sure how sappy or sentimental this post will be. You’ve been warned.
Writing gave me hope. Hope for a better future. Hope for something more, something greater.
I know life doesn’t always treat us kindly. But we fall down and somehow manage to get up. We carry on. We cope.
Putting pen to paper helped me cope. It was an escape. I could get away from the real world temporarily. Sometimes human beings just need a respite from life, however brief.
I looked forward to writing. I still do.
I felt excited thinking about fictional characters and imaginary people. It got me through the day.
Writing made me dream.
I dreamt about people I didn’t know.
And wished I could tell their story, do justice to it.
Telling stories put things into perspective for me.
Getting my thoughts and feelings down on paper made me step back from the situation to look at it from other angles. The act of creating a character me consider other people’s perspectives.
Writing changed my life. For the better.
So now I pose this question for you to ponder: how has writing changed your life?
Failure is humbling. It’s hard.
Failure prepares you for success. But it doesn’t define you.
Failure won’t be in vain if you learn from it.
Failing is normal. Common even.
You might not see other people failing. That doesn’t mean they aren’t.
It’s tempting to blame someone or something but try not to. Blaming and pointing fingers doesn’t accomplish anything.
Embrace the fact you’ll continue to fail at different things for the rest of your life.
Just remember it’s not the end of the world.
Don’t waste words. Don’t waste time. Don’t waste life.
Words are precious. Time is limited. And life is short.
So don’t be wasteful.
I hate seeing anything wasted. Hate it with every fibre of my being.
Because reading is a lifestyle. Buying books is a way of life.
I refuse to change.
Why would I?
To think I used to feel bad about buying books.
Who was I?
It’s the best feeling in the world.
Can they just arrive already?
Can you tell I’ve been bombarded by too many changes all at once?
My phone, my computer.
I’m losing my mind. I can’t cope.
To be fair, I updated my mobile to iOS 10 voluntarily. It’s going to take some getting used to, that’s for sure.
I’m also not entirely sure what happened with my PC. I think my computer stopped loving me.
And, of course, WordPress decided to work their wordy magic. I don’t know when they did, but I only noticed today. Fake blogger alert.
My posts as of late have been a mess because I’m a mess the later it gets during the night, which is the only time I bring myself to work on my blog.
October’s been full of fun changes. I’ve convinced myself that I am brimming with excitement.
How is the new month treating you?
I know I sound like a 19 year old. But that’s because I am a 19 year old.
I love this blog. (More than most things.)
If you do, thank you. (What’s not to love?)
If you like this blog, I like you. (Unless you’re a criminal.)
If you don’t, what’s wrong with you? (I’m kidding, kind of.)
In all seriousness though, today has reminded me that life’s too short. (So why would you waste your finite time on something you don’t love?)
Turn the page.
Turn the page of the book you’re reading.
Turn the page of the book that is your life.
Even when you don’t want to. Especially when you don’t want to.
Move on right now. Start the next chapter. Turn the page already.
(This post was written for me and is directed at me.)
I guess I thought writing a blog post about not being on my blogging game was a good idea. And now I’m realizing how bad of an idea it is.
I just haven’t been blogging like I used to.
I also haven’t been in the best place as of late.
Life’s hard. Being a blogger is hard. But being a blogger makes life less hard in a way. Blogging has helped me get through some of the toughest times in my life. I have no doubt this blog and the community will continue to be there for me.
That’s something I will always be grateful for.
So thank you for reading and listening. Thanks so much for reaching out and responding or replying. Thank you for putting up with my presence as well as accepting my absence. I appreciate it.
I tend to say keep writing or blogging a lot. But today I want to end with…
I finally learned how to scan something.
About time, don’t you think?
It took installing a software, restarting my computer, and freaking out because I’m prone to do that under pressure.
But now I know how to scan paper using a specific printer onto my personal computer.
There’s another skill under my proverbial belt. Go me. This summer should be all about acquiring basic skills.
Why does learning how to scan call for an entire blog post dedicated towards it?
Because that’s about as exciting as my life is right now.
I don’t think you need me to tell you how to avoid writing.
But I’m going to tell you anyway.
Live a boring life. That way you have no interesting experiences.
Live a busy life. You probably do already. Busier then.
Have kids. Have more kids. You can never have too many.
Fall in love with other things. Juggling. Yodeling. Skydiving.
Fall in love with other people. Especially those who waste your time.
Maybe I’ll stop avoiding and start working now. That’s the hope anyway.