(I can't remember if I posted this?)
I can’t boast, and say that I am a great writer; or that I
am even seasoned in the exercise. As recently as September, I have started
blogging; which has been helpful, in reigning in all the thoughts that are
bouncing around in my head. I try to write something every day, or at least
every other day. Still, anxiety hounds me every time I sit down to put pen to
paper. I get anxious about words that I use; will the reader understand what I
am trying to say? I get anxious about sharing my writing; will the reader think
me ridiculous?
Rome
was not built in a day. The same goes with writing. In order to be a great
writer, I think mistakes must be made; and critiques noted. There is no other
way to learn. A little bit of anxiety is a good thing. It is only when I become
complacent, that trouble arises. I can relate to Collier; when he admits to not
doing something he wanted, because of fear. There are so many things I missed
out on, especially in High School. I never went to prom. I was scared that I
would be turned down, so I never asked anyone. I could have gone stag, and who
knows I might have had a lot of fun. I’ll never now. To do what makes you
anxious, is a great philosophy; it helps keep the world in perspective.
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