When I go hiatus from writing, whether its developing a story or sharing a personal experience, I tend to notice an increase of stress and a desperation for creating. Since I took on this blog seriously two years ago, it’s become very personal and therapeutical in away for me. Not because I get to publicize my thoughts or problems. But because I get to give life to my ideas, stories, and rants by sharing it with the world as means of survival.
Life’s circumstances push me from forgetting that.
This past October and November has been one of my most blessed and overwhelming months of my life. How do both go hand and hand? With the birth of my son Zach, I’ve gone through continuous trials of patience and refinement. Is it because also I’m hitting close to 30? Oh no.
I love the internet’s definition for refinement.
Refinement: The process of removing impurities or unwanted elements from a substance.
I’ve been pressed with hard decisions. Challenged to prune out fruitless ideas and plans.
Something I read today from Joss Whedon reminded me again of the power of writing.
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.”
The irony is that I do not consider myself a writer. But writing does help me evolve.
This year will be full of action. Execution as my friend likes to put it. I know writing is going to get me there. I will not abandon it.
Play close attention. The word action has a lot of meaning for me. It will define me as the producer, creative, and person I dream to be. You’ll see. I suggest you join me in this journey to find out.