Blogging is something I have skipped over for quite some time. When I was younger, I couldn’t be bothered to read so many words and when I grew up, I thought writing sucked.
After writing content for my Instagram profile, I realised no it doesn’t suck, I was just stupid.
Writing to me is an intimate way to express yourself. You are choosing words which convey certain types of energy straight from the mind, directly onto paper or a screen. It doesn’t matter which you choose, unless you’re journaling, then I’d choose pen + paper everyday of the week.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about longform content for some time but wasn’t sure which one I should take. Youtube, a podcast or newsletter? All of which are unique in their own way and require a slightly different skill set. Same same but different.
However, I was caught in a paralysis. Thinking hard on which route to take and what made the most sense, getting nowhere. I scared myself out of taking action, and that matters. So 8 months later, finally choosing a target for myself.
Articles?
It seems a little strange to me to even start one, but honestly I may as well see where it takes me. After all, I enjoy writing. My younger self would be quite appalled at this choice.
English, even though my first language, was not a strong suit. Those lessons were a time to piss around, ignoring the teacher.
I was not interested in punctuation, reading or studying Shakespeare. More often looking out the window, day dreaming about the deadly battle happening outside. Or what game I’d play when I returned to my cave.
Though, as we grow up so do our minds. That’s not to say my imagination has waned, it’s that I no longer play video games or binge what Youtube. And so have my interests. Normal stuff.
It wasn’t until last year that I found myself wanting to create content. It’s not ground breaking and neither is it original, yet it has my own personal touch that I’m quite proud of. Honestly, I don’t know whether it’s even good.
But part of me presses on, and so I do.
So what?
I have created a blog and I’m discussing it with myself. There isn’t much else to it.
For real though, writing is a great outlet for creativity. I like having to think about my words and how to structure them. I can remove the filter that normally stands between me and another person.
It’s almost a shallow way of journaling. In the sense that I don’t need to discuss trauma or my deep insecurities. But still allowing the exploration of ideas that would be left to rot alone in my own Pelagius wing. And I can sprinkle in things that most people wouldn’t get whilst still sounding cool.
Now we are getting there, the crux of all this. Exploration of ideas. Thoughts that appear from no where, ideas from the void to be elaborated on. A fun way of expression. Levelling up my style of writing.
Another reason, whilst I am creating, in this case a long string of words, I’m allowing myself the time to enter a flow state. Where nothing else matters in the world bar what you focus on. This state is Power. Bliss. Life. Getting more acquainted with it will allow me, hopefully, to find ways to incorporate into other areas of my life.
In any sense I like writing, that’s the explanation. It’s fun. I feel a similar sense when painting pictures, so it’s enough for me to search deeper and write more.
I’ve seen the signs, I’ve taken note, I’ll heed the call to action and find out for myself whether it was the right decision.
I started a blog because…
- I enjoy writing
- Exploring thoughts will expand the mind
- It clears up room in my mind for more thoughts
- Adds clarity to my life
- Allows me to flex my creativity and imagination
- Will help me receive more thoughts from the alternate space
- Familiarises me with flow zone
- Felt it was the right thing to do at this precise moment
This first blog was straight outta no where. In my head, I hadn’t started a blog until I wrote something down. Regardless of how “pretty” it looks.
I was putting this thing off for a long time, saw with help I was delaying it, got guiding signs confirming and have finally sent it.
The moral that we all forget: Act fast on things with great intention and furious anger.
Hope you enjoyed. More to come.
Soulsurfer.
