writing gives me life
I'm afraid I still can't decide where I want my words to live.
So I scatter them amongst here and there, and from this blog to that small web blog, to semi-obscure to even more obscure -- what is the point?
Will I ever get to the point?
I guess there is no point besides to write and express and follow the heart's lead on this one.
Why do I feel the need to have anything logical, polished, or even coherent?
I feel bouncy, like a tennis ball flung from racket to racket, occasionally going out of bounds and getting lost in foliage.
Will this idea of me be retrieved or will it be lost to the elements? Will the players serve a new ball, completely and utterly forgetting about the ball that was just lost?
Caught up in the game of play and in the heat of competition, the ball is a blog post. Can that blog post be a winner, a loser, a dud, unforgettable, not memorable at all, and everything in between? Yes.
But the point is to play, to enjoy the process, to embrace the passion (or lack thereof) in the writing of the post.
I think I like the idea of playing tennis at different venues. So why wouldn't I enjoy writing and posting on different platforms? Can't I change my scenery of where I write?
Writing can take place on my PC and my yellow Ducky keyboard. Or it can be on my laptop on the couch or in bed. Maybe even more adventurous -- I can be at a coffee shop! And even more exciting, a new coffee shop I've never ventured to before.
I can write at the park on a bench or a table in my pocket journal. Or I can write in my bullet journal with all my different colored pens and failed attempts at fancy formatting.
Upon waking up, I write down my dreams on my phone, tapping my thumbs furiously.
The writing is the pleasure and the pain and nothing will keep me away from it.
It is as necessary as drawing breath and I can tell when I haven't written enough when I start withering and turning blue.
When I put it that way, I guess that's the point.
Writing gives me life. Or allows me to document that I had one.
And if writing on multiple platforms, writing in between the margins and on discarded scraps of paper, in journals and notebooks, in letters and greeting cards, in text messages, direct messages, and emails, in the Big Web and Small Web, helps me feel alive -- then so be it!
Life is for the living, so live fully we must.
Thanks for being here.
Sincerely,
Nadine ♥