slow days
I have been feeling so relaxed after a couple of hectic days and panic preceded by a two of months of non-stop studying while still feeling…
I have been feeling so relaxed after a couple of hectic days and panic preceded by a two of months of non-stop studying while still feeling like I have made no progress at all. Turns out the only thing I had to do was plan everything meticulously in a calendar and start writing.
I had the opportunity to come to my family’s summer house for some days and I find myself writing poetry, starting the first draft of my first ever big writing project, and submitting to literary magazines.
Each word I write feels like a if string that was making pressure in my estomach was being pulled out slowly by my mouth. It is a great feeling. I have known that I wanted to be a writer since I was a kid. I have never doubted my skills, and many people have told me that I am capable of making people feel things when they read my work. Until now, I have mainly focused on academic writing although my mind is a messy place filled with scribbles and scraps of stories which I have not shaped yet. I am an artist. This is what makes me feel alive.
I have finally decided to take action. I will create a portfolio, write down every shitty piece of information I find interesting, as it always proves to be useful in some way. I may write a little silly christmas story in honor of the holiday season, I will gift jolly watercolor paintings to my loved ones. I will read as many books with pretty covers as I like. I will let love embrace me as I am the happiest and fullest I’ve ever been.