Let’s flash back to high school (ugh…). I was super shy and awkward, with a boy hair cut and a body that was developing at a much slower pace than all of my girlfriends (I would post a picture here but I don’t want to scare anyone away). I was – and still am – a total book worm, wore far too much orange for any sane human being to be seen in, and never truly felt comfortable in my own skin. I was all of these things and more, but man was I creative. I painted, sketched with pencil, pastels and probably my favourite – charcoal. I made collages from cut up magazines. I kept a journal (and still do). I started taking an interest in photography. And I wrote. Boy did I ever write.
|My tattoo that I designed - "J'écris" meaning "I write"|
Writing was everything to me then. It got me through the incredibly tough years of high school and beyond. And then something happened. Life happened. College happened. And somewhere along the line writing went from defining me to, well, nothing. I still keep a journal, and I’m sure that I will continue to until the day I die, but I pretty much stopped writing poetry and short stories.
Fast forward to the present time; I’m in the same position.
When I wanted to improve my photography skills, I did a 365 days self-portrait project. It would be pretty hard to describe how much knowledge and confidence I gained in doing so. Just ask anyone else who has ever taken part in the project. I’d recommend Ali, Ed and Lauren.
Well, I think that the time has come to put as much thought and effort into my writing.
I want to take on a writing project. I don’t yet know what it will entail, but I feel that writing it here and posting it for the world to see will keep me motivated, and more importantly, hold me accountable.
I’m excited about this. I’m excited to pull that part of me that I loved so much back to the surface. It’s time.