There are so many things that I enjoy as hobby. I do them because I like doing them. But I never push myself to go a step further. Take writing for example, words form into sentences themselves when the mind is right. Then months go by without a single sentence being formed.
This has led me to ponder about why I force myself to write even if I don’t want to. Some days you wake up with ten separate alarms and survive it with 4 cups of coffee. That doesn’t mean that you should have stayed in bed all day. Frankly that’s a luxury no one of us can afford. Come to think of it, that luxury will turn into misery pretty soon if you are in bed all day, everyday.
A friend pointed out how their are people who actually enjoy reading my blog. And I should stop neglecting it.
I do write but I never think it’s good enough. Or it needs pictures to go along the words. Since we as a world seem to be more perceptive to visuals than words. Hence I wait to take those pictures and proof read what I have written. That day rarely comes.
I hate proof reading, going over and over the same sentences, picking out grammatical mistakes like weeds out of a flower bed. All my life, I have rarely gone through the exams I write. I remember sitting in the hall, done with the paper but not being able to leave. I was mentally ordering myself to check what I had written. And in that moment, I felt like Salar from Pir-e-Kamil. You will know what I mean if you have read that incredible book.
Anyway, I will try to write more. And publish what I write. Forgive me if it doesn’t include pictures or if you find the tenses messed up. My husband would haunt me forever if that happened since I am a Grammar Nazi. That’s because his English is worse than mine. Just saying.
This is for the people who still somehow read and enjoy my blog. Thank you ! Reading about my outraged whining rants is not an easy job. Ask my best friend.