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I wouldn't say I'm new to this but in a way I am. I have been writing since before blogs were common just keeping my "posts" in a 1B5 tatty exercise book in a shoe box in my room. I used to write stories and dream up movies and plays and poems that could whisk you away to another world, that would gain me excellence when it didn't matter. I could argue till I would get sent to my room to only write more reasons and explanations toward my points.
Then the teenage years hit and I stopped writing to express, I stopped all of my old ways to convey who I was. I found new, not so healthy ways to process and develop my character. My muscle memory forgot things like how to dance as well as I could when I was 8 and how to write compelling lines to make you feel things deep in your core. I stopped being me because I assumed since I didn't appear in popular culture then I should probably change if I wanted to be liked/someone of importance/of worth.
So here I am. Realising over the past couple of years that maybe my voice is slowly returning. The most practical way I can think to grow it is to use it. I will externally process, shout, yell, rejoice, complain and be blessed through this. I'm sure there will be times when I write something that I later edit to reflect I no longer agree with what I said. This way I will be able to pinpoint where my emotions ran a little too wild and began to speak for me.
Challenge me, please. This blogs main purpose is to be a medium to grow my mind and challenge the passionate thoughts that run wild through my head. It's time to do some spring cleaning in there on what I think and why I think it.
S
I wouldn't say I'm new to this but in a way I am. I have been writing since before blogs were common just keeping my "posts" in a 1B5 tatty exercise book in a shoe box in my room. I used to write stories and dream up movies and plays and poems that could whisk you away to another world, that would gain me excellence when it didn't matter. I could argue till I would get sent to my room to only write more reasons and explanations toward my points.
Then the teenage years hit and I stopped writing to express, I stopped all of my old ways to convey who I was. I found new, not so healthy ways to process and develop my character. My muscle memory forgot things like how to dance as well as I could when I was 8 and how to write compelling lines to make you feel things deep in your core. I stopped being me because I assumed since I didn't appear in popular culture then I should probably change if I wanted to be liked/someone of importance/of worth.
So here I am. Realising over the past couple of years that maybe my voice is slowly returning. The most practical way I can think to grow it is to use it. I will externally process, shout, yell, rejoice, complain and be blessed through this. I'm sure there will be times when I write something that I later edit to reflect I no longer agree with what I said. This way I will be able to pinpoint where my emotions ran a little too wild and began to speak for me.
Challenge me, please. This blogs main purpose is to be a medium to grow my mind and challenge the passionate thoughts that run wild through my head. It's time to do some spring cleaning in there on what I think and why I think it.
S
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