Words – what do they mean to you? Are they a collection of adjectives, verbs or nouns in a dictionary? Or do they have the power to transport, awaken an imagination when strung together artfully?
As a writer who aspires to be able to someday write professionally, they should mean something beyond that of a way to communicate. It’s embarrassing to admit how passionate I am about writing; and still, I’ve not managed to even touch the tip of a halfway point in the “serious” work-in-progress.
Over the last six years, I discovered just how much I love stringing sentences together until they resemble something that would proclaim more than, “it’s good” while putting together film or book reviews. In that avenue, I realized that writing isn’t just something I could do, it’s something I identify with; the communication I thought I was best at. It’s only been recently I realize that even in this “safe” forum, I question what I want from these aspirations; am I really serious or do I just see it as a temporary bit of fun? Writing is a progressive challenge. Each season of it demands to see improvement; each goal is to look back and see that growth.
Recently I’ve been discovering the heart of writers through some of the blogs I’ve been reading – really listening to what they were saying. I am not sure why. Not because these talented voices didn’t have something inspiring to say or lessons they could teach before, more because I’d looked at blogging as more “fun” than an environment that would dig deeper – to challenge someone if the words were sincere.
Once upon a time, I began this blog as an “impersonal” space. I didn’t have expectations for it to turn into comment threads that
would humble or inspire me or a place that could be a part of a bigger “community” in which I felt welcomed. This space has evolved into something I didn’t foresee – it’s a fun place and something I look forward to being a part of during the week. You (the reader) are the reason behind that. No matter how many times I may write that or thank you for being a part of this readership, I want you to know, each sentiment is sincere. If ever it sounds less than that, then the fault is mine.
Blogging with my heart on my sleeve or as a kind of “journal” is not my style. (I wrote about this in detail last year.) It never
has been. Though now I’m more comfortable moving beyond that scope, and feeling as if, through faith, I’ve started on a kind of new journey (knowing my opinions, having “grown up” more in these last two years), life isn’t an open book. Some things are private. Blogging about life doesn’t always have to happen in journal form. Writing a book review can be very personal depending on the effect it has on its reader. Which leads me to realizing the place I am at now seems different. I’ve been encouraged by a variety of outlets, and realize I am on an interesting learning curve.
Challenges are bound to come. God is bound to take us by surprise. Enjoy it – whether it’s through words or experiences. Whatever lessons are in store, wherever you may be in life… enjoy it!