July 4th, 2009
I have been writing for most of my life. There are probably at least a dozen journals hidden within my bookshelves. I have even more in my attic. Small notebooks with scribbled phrases are tucked here and there waiting to be formulated into a story. Expressing myself with words takes me to a special place. It is my gift to myself and my gift to others. I cast myself fortunate that I am able to verbalize the words in my head. Communicating in written word as well as oral, provides me with comfort. I happen to feel they are both for me. If someone else finds my small utterances significant, I receive even greater pleasure.
Lately, academic writing has kept away other intentions. I’ve had hours of research time invested in my products. Now, with my time being released from this genre, it is hard to find where my creativity left off. Finally, I just took a break. When I woke up this morning, I decided to return, yearning to “bang the keys once more.” It is almost as if I have kicked the block down. Returning to the place I know best.
1 comment:
Your writing is good. I have been reading most of your blogs. I realize you are suffering from Anxiety based on your posts. I am also suffer from Anxiety disorders. One can never truly conquer an Anxiety or Depression disorder but I am learning to manage it. The key to managing is to forget about myself. I keep telling others will take care of me if something happens and so I try not to worry about myself. I am also focussing on building something big in my life so I do not think about me anymore
I think you have a lot to offer to the world so I pray that you brush your anxiety off and start writing towards other causes as well. This way your creative talent will be put to great use and also you will be slowly out of the anxiety
Good luck and my prayers
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