It’s Been Almost a Year!
My relationship with writing
Hey friends,
I’ve held the intention of resuscitating my Medium page for almost a year now, but I didn’t know how to start, or why to start at that.
What do I write about? Would people actually read what I have to say? Could what I write help someone out, even change their life?
The truth is, I had lost the initial spark that made me want to become a writer. I became filled with self-doubt and perfectionism, which made writing an endeavor that drained my energy. I doubted my ability and mulled over every word I wrote with a false belief that doing so would make my writing “perfect.”
Something was missing in the equation, so I decided to step away from the ambition of becoming a prolific writer, which was a huge relief — I didn’t need to force something to happen. I focused on other interests, like reading and the demands of daily life, relegating my love for writing to some undisclosed time in the future when it would perhaps become a joy again.
As I write this, I realize the answer to each question I posed is: “It doesn’t matter.” It doesn’t matter what I write about or if others read it. It doesn’t matter if what I write changes someone’s life. What matters is that I write because I love to write.
