So I guess I can classify myself as a writer. I've done a lot of writing throughout college —and had some of it published. I'm even writing right now . . . but I don't always feel like a writer. Lately I've been personally identifying myself more with art and being an artist or graphic designer specifically. It's not that I've given up on writing but the part of me that loves to craft words seems a bit stale. Kinda like its experiencing a genuine writer's block but one that is lasting more than just a day or two but a month or two.
Words have begun to overwhelm me lately. So much so that I often ask my mom if we can simply not talk. Not because I'm trying to be rude or am upset but just because I can't process a lot of words at the moment. Even my writing has changed—it's shorter, more to the point. I barely say anything at all except what is needed to get the point across. There are still moments like this one where I pour out more than two short sentences. Sabbath morning I journaled a page and a half in my diary and now two days later I'm writing this blog post. But on the most part, I don't have the patience to listen or express myself in length.
I felt this starting last fall when I found it hard to write a research paper I was thoroughly interested in. Then it grew and the following semester I was writing two research papers and finding it hard to describe things well. In May when school let out, I didn't listen to music or hang out with anyone for about two to two and a half weeks. I even journaled about how I felt like I was going through a word detox.
Words are my passion (along with art). They have been since I was a child and had the dream of becoming a writer and artist, but lately words come slow and painfully. And sometimes I'm on a roll and then they just stop. And I'm done. Just like that . . . kinda like right now.
The End ~
Brilliant.
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