I have placed attachment to my writing. Expectation. A
desire to be discovered. To be accepted.
To be applauded. And because I have I am finding it more and more difficult to
make it flow. I’m now worried about whether I am writing for myself or for the satisfaction
of those who are reading my blog.
I worry when no one likes what I have written. I feel rejected.
Defected. Dejected. Like a failure. Worried I have not hit on what everyone
else wants to read about.
I’ve had to give myself several pep talks of late. Questioning
why I am writing. Is it to please others or to please myself? Impress others or
express myself?
These are difficult questions to answer because I know
through the grape vine that more people than I know I are reading my blog. Living
vicariously through me. And sometimes I feel incredibly vulnerable because I
know they are. Vulnerable because they are reading my thoughts yet I don’t
really know who they are.
Sometimes I look into the eyes of those I encounter when
they make a statement that lets me know they are reading my blog. But they
don’t admit it so I don’t push. I worry because writing this blog is a personal
journey for me. And because it is, it
exposes the vulnerable self that lives deep within me. Exposes me to the outside world. And though
writing is my passion, it sometimes feels too burdensome when I wonder why I am
writing. And who I am writing for.
Them I question my motives. Why should writing be a chore
when it is about my innermost desires, fears, joy, accomplishments, disappointments
and mostly it is a channel for the stream of thoughts that are constantly
running through my mind? Writing allows me to harness them. Examine them. Put
meaning to them. Grow from them.
Just writing this blog today has helped me to answer
questions that have been plaguing me for the last couple of weeks. I cannot worry about who is and who is not reading
my blog. I cannot be driven by whether my blog is liked or not. I have to be
driven by my desire to write. Act on it and just write. Release the attachments,
Expectations I may have of people commenting on my blog.
And write because it is what I want to do. Crave to do.
Release any attachments or expectation so I cannot be under pressure to write
something profound. Because at the end of the day each one of us has a
different definition of what profound is. It is defined by our reality and not
the reality of anyone else’s.
So I will continue to write even if no one comments on my writing
because at the end of the day I am writing because I am a writer. And sometimes
writing means being strong enough to write what is the truth of my soul without
expectation, attachment or fear. And to do so with passion and in isolation of
the expectation of accolades. Only then will my writing continue to resonate
with my soul because I will continue to be true to who I am. And my writing
will reflect it.
So today I release any attachments, expectations, or pressure from my writing. And from this day forward I will just write because I am a writer.
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