Writing Again
I always wanted to be a writer. I started a writing a bit with this blog in 2004, but wasn't disciplined or consistent with the practice. Recently, I have wanted to start writing again, but I felt it was "too soon". The stories I have don't have lessons learned. I still don't feel the cosmic understanding of why things happened to me the way they did. I do not have any words of wisdom to impart, no advice worth giving.
Then I thought: is there room in the writing space for my stories that were just... shitty experiences? Or does the story need to end with my enlightenment that I then pass on to the reader?
Is there a place for my voice, cynical but happy but broken but funny?
Am I allowed to write my stories, express the outcome, and then in a few years look back and realize I was way off, completely wrong, and life wasn't done yanking me around yet?
We will find out. Because my writing has once more begun.
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