Today, I spent my entire lunch break—all 30 minutes—rereading old blog posts both on this blog and on
Cinematic Survey. And here's what I remembered, in the midst of occasionally cracking myself up (because really, I
totally get my own humor!)—I used to
love blogging. I used to love writing. It gave me joy. Whether I was
gushing about Dean Cain (it's really the crush that never dies),
analyzing Dawson's Creek (a post that led to
yet another blog), or simply
talking about life, I was writing because I wanted to, not because I had to. I was writing for my own enjoyment, not for anyone else.
Writing takes energy, and that's been in short supply lately. So I've stuck to the bare bones—what I
have to do. Don't get me wrong: I enjoy reading and reviewing, but writing a book review doesn't exactly fill my soul with joy. How can I get back to the joy of writing?
I don't have any answers right now, but I know I want to learn to love writing again. And this is a step in the right direction—I had an absolute blast writing this post, and I don't care if anyone besides me enjoys it!
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Random cat picture of the day: two of my cuties! |
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