I’ve always thought of myself as a better writer than a speaker. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty darn good at sharing my own thoughts, building relationships and what-not. However, there’s something about writing that is so much easier. So therapeutic.
I’ve always fancied the idea that I was always careful with words before initiating in conversation. While that concept alone may be debatable by -ahem- my mother, for instance, I have to admit that I find it much easier to blurt out words on paper than in person.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m a better listener. Writing has always soothed my nerves on a bad day. I find comfort in typing away at my thoughts, feelings, dreams and ambitions because I can do so at my own pace. On my own terms. It helps me organize my mind a bit more.
Perhaps it has a lot to do with the fast-paced lifestyle of us Los Angelenos, who, for the most part, prefer getting straight-to-the-point. With creative writing, you don’t always have to care what others think of you. There’s already a lot of freedom in that.
You have so much more space and time to get your mind out there. At the end of the day, writing is another outlet to share our daily struggles.
Even if no one reads your writing, at least you can write about your problems and then delete it whenever you’d like. If you choose to publish content, it might just save someone else’s life.