It's an aloof week.
Hello and happy beginning of Summer, friends.
I’m back to the regularly late schedule :3 lol
I always have a million ideas of things I want to write about. I write them in notes and work on them when i'm in the mood late at night or at the butt crack of dawn.. then end up trashing the idea the next day. I'll proof read the mess of words and then figure the whole essay isn't there yet. I just needed to get it out of my system for the day and after re-reading stuff I wrote, i either thought the flow seemed incoherent or i deemed that it was just basura. Luckily, i only do this bi-weekly. The time sure does pass by faster than I imagined, and since i'm a few months away from my one year anniversary doing this, i can't quit now. No matter how boring I think my writing is for that week. I keep writing and figuring it out.
The inspiration had been slipping from me. I had planned trying to draw a little 4 boxed comic street inspired by the ones i've been reading lately:
Didn't get to it. I wanted to do a type of poem zine, because i've been inspired by these works of art lately:
Didn't get to it. I wanted to write something where it was a column on me asking for advice, so i can engage with the reader. As you guessed it, didn't get to it. Maybe those blogs are coming eventually, just.. maybe far into the future eventually.
So when i don't get to any of that fun, creative, artsy type, i just write. The more I was trashing my notes, the more I was feeling like the universe kept telling me to write. My IG algorithm was pushing me towards writers giving advice on how to keep the juices flowing. It was telling me to keep writing to get it out of my system. wRitE So YoU CaN fIgURe YoURsElf oUt. It was almost like I was being haunted by Jordan Peterson, because I had so many emails about the importance of writing to heal. Yep, I didn’t think that was a thing either. Though Jordan Peterson mentions that writing can't save you from your demons, at least you can speak to them clearly when you write. Don't judge me, but i can back what he says 100%. As someone who has trashed hundreds of cathartic notes, i've been able to sort my thoughts out, evaluate them better, and when i read it.. i look back and develop the idea or concept even better ..or at least push it in a direction i can grow. I implore you to write. It's so fucking fun.
Writing taught me to be honest, especially with myself. I've written numerous drafts on how I really be feeling some days but leave them as drafts. I take each draft as a form of purging of my dumb dark thoughts, making sure that what i write into my journals, diaries, and blogs are coherent so I can make sense of it for myself foremost and then maybe to ya'll.
Writing has taught me that not all the thoughts I think are true. I'll proofread something I wrote and think "fuck, do i really talk to myself that way?". It's pretty weird but I'd highly recommend taking the time to write every day. It's increased the way I hold on or let go of the day. Sometimes the days are super special and I can write forever, then revisit it a few weeks later to reminisce on a good ass time. Some days are tough and I'll spill it on the empty word document and leave it there. Everything that I feel in detail, not caring if it makes sense to anyone but me. I'll write until I can work out my feelings and once i'm done with that entry, i'll move on. More likely than not, never visit those entries again.
I’m inspired by writers like Mark Manson, Ryan Holiday, and Brene Brown. I tried to stop at three but i wanted to mention three more. I’m hella also inspired by Jordan Peterson, Chuck Palahniuk, and Austin Kleon. Just, all fucking dope as people with just the coolest things to say.
I mean i love the topics they write about, but I don’t get locked in the way that these writers lock me in. They’re funny, aren’t afraid to make jokes, and i’m still new to reading books with profanity so the cussing is pretty well seasoned in their writings to me. They convey their ideas super well and I really wish one day i’ll suck less because i’ve practiced a thousand times and can’t possibly suck as much as the first blog ever.
Take care & Happy Forf<3
Bonus treat: if you have the chance and think maybe, possibly consider writing. This inspired the fuck out of me: