I am embarking on yet another writing challenge. Since the previous writing challenge in which I participated concluded, I feel my desire to write daily on my own volition has lost some of its momentum. Primarily because a daily writing challenge prompts me…well… to write, every day.
So…why do I write?
I write because I am a deeply reflective person. I write because I have things to say. I write because I have things to say that are not always appropriate to verbalize, or tweet.
Speaking of tweeting: A social media social justice warrior is not at all what I envision for myself. And yet, I have found myself in that very position on more occasions than I care to count, let alone remember. Therefore, I feel my blog is the best platform for me when I desire to step up on my proverbial soapbox.
I write to share ideas that may be useful to others. I write with the goal of inspiring and motivating others. I write about mistakes I have made, so that perhaps others may learn from them. I write when I am feeling vulnerable. When I communicate my fears, I feel better, and, perhaps along the way, I may help someone else to feel better, too.
I write because there are things I care about. I write when I am trying to make sense of events and situations. I write because things happen in life, and, writing is often cathartic.
I used to write to gain and maintain an audience. That worked for awhile. A long while, in fact. But, being vulnerable and entertaining at the same time not only became old, it also became exhausting. Eventually, I ran out of things to say. My posts became fewer, and the gaps of time between posts grew longer. Then, I stopped writing. Now, I write for myself. Still, I want to create a connection with those who visit my blog, and read my posts.
I write on days when I don’t quite feel like writing. But when I do write, and hit the “Publish” button, I experience a total and complete feeling of accomplishment. It’s a lot like those days when I don’t feel like working out: the best part is the end of the workout, when I am walking out of the fitness center.
I write because I want to improve my skills as a writer. Writing wasn’t always easy for me. When I was a senior in high school, and, during my first two years of college, I developed a writing anxiety. I had no confidence. Additionally, my writing had to be perfect. Thinking back on the situation now, it was because I was trying to fulfill someone else’s goals and expectations of what I should write, and how I should write it. In fact, I was so anxious, I would ask teachers and professors to read what I had written before turning it in. Then, the hammer fell on me the fall of my sophomore year of college: A history prof told me he would not preview my paper. I was truly crushed. He did, however, offer me ideas in the form of resources for shaping my thesis statement, and supporting my argument. I didn’t realize it then, but, what that prof gave me was a tremendous gift of liberation. And, that’s when my skill and confidence as a writer really took off. But, as they say, I digress.
Those are the reasons why I write.