Work has been a little busy this past week and I’ve just spent a couple of days visiting a friend, which has meant that I haven’t had much chance to write, and I’ve been surprised to find that I’ve missed it.
When I started this I wasn’t sure how it would go, how easy or difficult I would find writing posts, whether I would be able to keep it up or whether I would want to keep it up. I don’t consider myself to be a natural writer: I wrote essays for my degree and in pre-email days I used to write lengthy letters to friends, but I’m not someone who has devoted time to writing for myself, outside of work or study.
This past week though, away from the computer, I have had a few things I’ve been thinking about which I have found myself wanting to write about. I suspect it’s the therapeutic side of things that I’ve missed. I wasn’t entirely convinced that writing a blog could actually provide that (although I hoped it could of course), but I think it does, for me at least.
And I think that I’m finding writing out fears, stories, feelings, facts that hardly anyone else knows, for potentially all the world to read (even if only a handful of people actually do) quite liberating. That may be why a lot of my posts so far have been quite long...
Anyway, time is still short, so the things I've had on my mind will have to wait a couple more days.
1 comment:
yes there is indeed something very therapeutic to write out all the stuff that's going on in your mind. even if it does mean the entire blogosphere can read 'em...
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