Rediscovering My Inner Writer

There has always been a big part of me that enjoyed writing as a hobby. In another life, perhaps I would’ve pursued and developed this interest from childhood. That obviously did not end up happening. Despite this, I do have to admit that as a kid, I did enjoy writing. Overtime however, I’ve found myself indulging in this interest less and less every passing day…but why?

They say you are your own biggest critic. My problem I’ve found is I could never be the writer I was hoping to be. My fear wasn’t just what others thought of my writing, but what I thought of it. I’ve longed for the opportunity to be able to share my thoughts with others through writing, but never believed I could do this effectively. My lack of a mature and analytical mindset was holding me back in the approach I wanted to move forward with. At least, that was my opinion growing up.

As I matured, I found myself thinking about life through different perspectives. I’ve begun trying to find meaning in everything, whether its a life experience, a movie/book, or a discussion with a friend. The difficulty lies in remembering every single one of these moments. Hopefully thorough this blogging experience, I’ll not only find a way to record my life’s great moments, but to also regain the confidence to continue writing again.