Why write?
Days turn into weeks and weeks into months and in the grind of enduring each allotment of time is found a feeling of despair.
Despair over lost time and lost words.
Words are the guts of ideas, they're the things that, when we're honest, force us to wrestle with needed change.
It's been months since I've written anything for the sheer joy and challenge of doing so. And I'm afraid that the lack of writing has been for all the wrong reasons - the selfish and proud ones - I worry that what I write isn't any good.
But in that process of worrying...
Ideas have wasted away for the lack of well crafted sentences.
Like not sharing a photo with a friend because it wasn't taken from the best vantage point or with the best camera, I've been embarrassed to share my work. Which is dumb.
So...
As we move forward:
Please pardon my poor word choice, improper grammar, or inadequately expressed idea.
I'll simply write and share it with you here.
Why? Because I enjoy the process and I like the refining it does in my soul.
Despair over lost time and lost words.
Words are the guts of ideas, they're the things that, when we're honest, force us to wrestle with needed change.
It's been months since I've written anything for the sheer joy and challenge of doing so. And I'm afraid that the lack of writing has been for all the wrong reasons - the selfish and proud ones - I worry that what I write isn't any good.
But in that process of worrying...
Ideas have wasted away for the lack of well crafted sentences.
Like not sharing a photo with a friend because it wasn't taken from the best vantage point or with the best camera, I've been embarrassed to share my work. Which is dumb.
So...
As we move forward:
Please pardon my poor word choice, improper grammar, or inadequately expressed idea.
I'll simply write and share it with you here.
Why? Because I enjoy the process and I like the refining it does in my soul.
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