Air

Writing is like breathing for an English major, which means not writing is like holding your breath—unpleasant, stressful, and potentially life-threatening. But when you START writing again it’s like coming up to the surface of the sea and breathing in all that sweet, sweet air, filling your lungs until they might burst. That is how I felt after hitting “Publish” on my previous post. There was a flood of relief and excitement and I felt alive.

I realize this might be an overly dramatic description for some of you, but if there are any other EM’s out there reading this, I hope you can relate to what I am talking about.

For me, writing is the easiest form of communicating thoughts. It removes all the tension of not knowing what to say next or worrying that you will have a break down in the middle of an impressive speech. It allows you to collect your thoughts, organize them, and make them coherent to the reader. How wonderful. Writing is freedom. A blank page can hold anything—fiction, prose, history, random ramblings. It is endless white space waiting to be filled with something fresh and new.

Even if no one ever reads what you write, there is a satisfaction in knowing that you have taken your thoughts and made them into something tangible in this world. Something people could grab onto if they so desired, rather than having them pent up in your mind where you forget about them yourself.

I don’t know what this blog will become, but I don’t want to set the tone as a serious one. I also can’t promise that it will be deep, thought-provoking material either. Ha. My goal is to land on a happy medium. Thank you for allowing me a place to spill my thoughts. A place to breathe deeply and feel like my world is becoming a better place. My goal is that you will find something worthwhile to read when you come. So…here’s hoping.