Word of the Week #366:
When I started the blog almost 7 years ago to this day, my plans for it were way different from what it turned into over the years.
It’s quite fascinating to think about everything that has changed since 2016.
It might sound weird, but I think writing this blog has really changed the way I deal with my inner voice and let it exist outside myself. The way I interact with the world around me has evolved in ways I never would have expected.
Being a writer, being any artist, has two parallel aspects to it: the art and the craft. When I started writing this blog, I hoped it would help me hone my craft. I could experiment with different styles and formats and use them in different situations and circumstances. It was vital, and it was honestly quite fun.
However, the part that I did not foresee was the way I was able to tap into my feelings, emotions, thoughts, and experiences, sharing them openly, clearly, and directly.
I had long held my deepest self far away from the outside world—a world that had never really understood or accepted me. Now, over the past few years, I have been able to open myself to the outside world, and I have been lucky to find a few kindred spirits who have come to understand and accept me.
Of course, I’m still as weird and crazy as I have ever been, and I still keep finding people who love me not despite but actually for it. But one of the words I can now use to describe myself now is a word I would have never expected—expressive. It took me a while, but I’m glad I finally made it here.
Without expression, there is no art.
Without art, there is no life.
