Why I Write?
Outlet and Analysis
Writing is an outlet for me. It is how I sort through emotions, decipher others' opinions, tap into genuine passions. It is a magnificent distraction from my anxieties, which are plentiful. I can't say I don't come by them naturally, though. My mom is a 94-year-old who lost both parents by the age of 5 years old. Raised by her kind grandmother, who would have been Victorian, Mom has been quite advanced in her thinking. She's championed women and math far before most. She wanted to be a metallurgist though nice men, at the time, thought it best she chose a profession that was more suitable for women who may be married with children soon. She settled with being a teacher, the noblest work that exists as far as I'm concerned. It's pretty fantastic how well she has dealt with the world, expanded her horizons, and realized that anxiety plagues her in her 94th year. Mom listens to the "Calm" app daily. I, too, took a long time to grasp my issues with anxiety.
Anxiety
However, I was in therapy since my early 30s for discovering that I was a lesbian and diagnosed with generalized anxiety.
In a way, writing is my healing. I also frequently make artistic contributions to the world as I have been a published and a produced playwright for over 35 years. And it's not that I do not know business writing. During the last 27 years, I have worked as a market researcher and have written hundreds of reports and several blogs more recently.
I Like It
The fact is I like writing. I don't know that I'm ever going to feel like an expert in it or that I have a turn of phrase that is particularly imaginative. I don't entirely care. I write to figure things outs and to research more. I sift through my honest thoughts and reactions to personal stories on podcasts or through the media by writing. The refinement and rewriting aspect is the most potent.
Writing is an outlet for me. It is how I sort through emotions, decipher others' opinions, tap into genuine passions. It is a magnificent distraction from my anxieties, which are plentiful. I can't say I don't come by them naturally, though. My mom is a 94-year-old who lost both parents by the age of 5 years old. Raised by her kind grandmother, who would have been Victorian, Mom has been quite advanced in her thinking. She's championed women and math far before most. She wanted to be a metallurgist though nice men, at the time, thought it best she chose a profession that was more suitable for women who may be married with children soon. She settled with being a teacher, the noblest work that exists as far as I'm concerned. It's pretty fantastic how well she has dealt with the world, expanded her horizons, and realized that anxiety plagues her in her 94th year. Mom listens to the "Calm" app daily. I, too, took a long time to grasp my issues with anxiety.
Anxiety
However, I was in therapy since my early 30s for discovering that I was a lesbian and diagnosed with generalized anxiety.
In a way, writing is my healing. I also frequently make artistic contributions to the world as I have been a published and a produced playwright for over 35 years. And it's not that I do not know business writing. During the last 27 years, I have worked as a market researcher and have written hundreds of reports and several blogs more recently.
I Like It
The fact is I like writing. I don't know that I'm ever going to feel like an expert in it or that I have a turn of phrase that is particularly imaginative. I don't entirely care. I write to figure things outs and to research more. I sift through my honest thoughts and reactions to personal stories on podcasts or through the media by writing. The refinement and rewriting aspect is the most potent.
