Writing for fun

Since I was little, I remember walking everywhere with books. People used to tease me because life was passing me by and I didn’t even know it as my nose was always buried in the latest novel or romance or suspense thriller… whatever was trending in my mind at that time.

Little did they know, that by reading books, I became part of whole new worlds. Worlds where nothing really matter but the story line. Worlds where whatever the trend of the real outside world was, it didn’t matter because in the end the story is what mattered most.

In my teenage years, I started writing in journals. Writing for fun, that is. I bought all these fancy-looking notebooks and vowed that this time, I would stick to it and write every day. Ok, not every day but at least once a week… till it frizzled out again and I’d have to start all over.

Some time ago I found one of those notebooks. And funnily enough it was half filled! Yay! It was an eye opener to see, that things that were there when I was twenty something, were still present in my forty something. Ahh.. so the lesson I had to learn has not yet been captured in my mind and heart, right? 

And this, I believe, is where the power of writing a journal is. If you keep at it, you will discover years later what the lessons were because if you are still stuck on some little thing – it will become apparent. And guess what? Acknowledgement, and realization? Those are the first steps in actually starting to get the lesson.

So my personal lesson is – keep on writing. Or keep on doing whatever it is that makes you tick.

I did not think I was capable or even able to write 5 days a week now for 6 weeks. That means 30 articles! WHAT? 30 articles ALREADY? Yup. And you know what? 

It all started with the first one. So what are you waiting for? Drip. Drip. Drip.