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Why I Write
5 personal reminders of what makes this whole thing worth it
I’ve been trying to blog consistently, publish a book or finish some other writing-related project for the better part of a decade now. Unfortunately, though, I either kept chickening out, ‘growing out of’ work I’ve been creating for years, or simply getting caught up in the throes of architecture school work.
But writing isn’t just a means to an end for me.
It was a therapeutic exercise in my rough teen years and an anchoring ‘ritual’ during my most chaotic transitional periods.
Now publishing essays here on Medium feels like enough of a commitment to my long-standing efforts to take my writing further without it being too intimidating.
And I hope this list serves as a reminder for me (and perhaps, you, fellow writer) for why it may not be entirely stupid to keep obsessively arranging and rearranging groups of words next to each other, even when it feels like the ‘magic’ of it is gone.
1. It’s still such a trip to ‘be seen’
I get to do that here. I get to share parts of my thoughts that I’d find a hard time sharing with someone while making eye contact.
