“Excuse me, are you a writer?”
Someone asked me this question more than a year ago when I was spending time in a bookstore journaling (if there’s such a word) some crazy thoughts. I paused and think. Then I answered.
“Uhm, not really. I’m just writing some stuff on my journal. Why?”
“Is that so? Seems like the thoughts keep on flowing as I watch you write.”
That instance, I glanced at my journal and started thinking, oh yeah. I’ve written on two pages already but I still got a lot to write. After that little talk from that stranger whom eventually became a friend, I thought of creating a blog. So few months later, primarily out of boredom, I created it. At first, it’s really not easy to put a title and description for it. I browsed some blogs on WordPress and was able to come up with a theme, a title and a short description about my blog. It’s fun. But when I’m done with it, I don’t even know what’s gonna be my first blog entry.
I remembered a verse in the Bible which was shared to me by my leader. And for my first blog entry, I just expound and added some of my thoughts about what was shared. There goes my very first blog entry.
Knowing new co-bloggers.
Some few bloggers noticed my blog (I don’t know how) and started commenting on my entries. Some of them happen to know me personally. I’ve received some pieces of advice and was able to improve (somehow) on my writing. I enjoyed it more when I started receiving positive feedback on my blog posts. Ideas kept on flowing and I keep on writing it down, may it be poems, experiences and basically anything I could write about. A brand manager from a renowned coffee shop chain happen to bump in my blog site and shared some of my entries on their website (that was one of the best feeling) to inspire their community. That inspired me more to write.
I don’t know if most of the writers experiences this thing but I’m pretty sure, at one point, some of us had. There would be days where ideas would keep on coming and you will just write and write and write. But on the other hand, I’ve had those moments where I can’t even write anything even if I badly desire to write. I even had times where I am starting to write something and then suddenly, I can’t continue. So, I would just erase everything and throw it to trash.
Writing as a self-care.
In my line of work, there’s a high risk for stress. I am dealing with a lot of people with different personalities. Some days are easy, some are toxic, I don’t have control with the attitude of people that’s why even if I have a pool of understanding, there would come a point that I would feel like bursting out. Emotion is one of my opponent but could also be by sweet companion. Most of the time, when I’m in the hype of emotion, I manage to balance things through writing. I let it all out with a pen and a notebook. And little did I know that my feelings subside already and I was able to come up with a blog post. Most of the time I spend writing is really therapeutic. I also get to spend time in my favorite coffee shops for writing.
When writing becomes the most enjoyable thing.
And now it came to a point that I wanna stop doing anything but writing. That in this tug-of-war called life, the only escape I have is writing, the only peace that I can get is through writing, the only way that I can express love openly or secretly is through writing, the only way I can express myself indirectly without them knowing is through writing, and the way I show my appreciation for other people is mostly through writing.
So, I bet I’ll barely live in this world without the concept of writing. I love writing, I’m a writer and anything that you may say might be used in a story or a poem. (: