Writing Experiment Day #1
I want to start the day with a blank page. A fresh day, fresh start.
No matter what happened yesterday or what lies tomorrow, in this moment, it is only between me and the pages. That’s what I love about writing. And the past few weeks have thrown me off into a deep end, struggling to hear my own voice again. I need to quiet the noise from outside and listen. Just simply listen to nobody else but me.
Writing has been so beneficial to my wellbeing, just pouring the busy and spiralling thoughts on pages and it’s as if the real me, the supportive and positive voice comes out and I’m always surprised when I look back and read them like, that was me? I wrote that?
It just shows that it’s in me. The cheerful nature of myself that sometimes gets clouded by the experiences and lens I’ve put on. And the dissonance is strong at times. I refuse to let the ugly thoughts pull me down. And that’s why I’m here. For the next 30 days, I will show up for myself here and write first thing in the morning. Let’s see what happens. I’m sure my mind will thank me later.
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