It’s been awhile since I got this feeling before. This feeling meaning the urge to write again. You’d think that it would happen much more frequently than it does considering I have a major in writing ( I know, pretty useless), but it doesn’t. It happens once in a blue moon. I started writing a book years ago, and I haven’t gotten past the 7th chapter. Which was written about 2 years ago. I know, writer’s block and all, but still. I feel like I should be writing a lot more frequently. I can look back at some of the posts I’ve written in this blog, or in the one before, and I always think to myself “Was I seriously a better writer then, than I am now?”
I think there are two big parts to it. The first part is straight up laziness. To the point of forgetting. I forget that I have a blog, and I forget that I feel like updating. The other part is I feel like I don’t have anything of significance to write about. I mentioned this in a previous post, and I do look at other people’s blogs and they write about the most insignificant stuff. So what’s stopping me? Somehow, their writing is still interesting to read. I’m not saying that my sole purpose behind blogging is to entertain a crowd, but those blogs inspire me in a way where as a writer, I should be able to write about little things and somehow make them sound interesting. Plus, I have a habit of looking back at my old entries and watching myself grow. So even the most unimportant things can be interesting to read, just so I can compare myself on how a particular event affected me then, to how it affects me now.
I wonder how many other people do that. While others delete their old blogs in order to forget the memories that they feel ashamed or stupid about, I’m sure I’m not one of the only people who has kept her old blog (mind you I can’t remember their passwords half the time) just to remind myself of how much I’ve changed these past few years. I do the same thing with diaries. I have about 7 diaries at home, and every time I go through them, I remember what I felt back then, and how miniscule it is to me now.
The next time I get so worked up over nothing at all, maybe I should take a look at those and remind myself that in a few years time, it won’t make a damn difference.
