It’s a strange feeling being able to write for the absolute enjoyment of writing, rather than writing for a purpose, such as a university essay or a report for work. It’s exhilarating as well as nerve wracking. I’m putting my heart and my thoughts out there for the whole world to see (people as far as Croatia, America and South Africa have read my words!!), leaving me open and vulnerable.
I was talking to two of my brothers about this, worrying about whether people would like what I write. I’m a people pleaser and want everyone to be happy. They both told me the same thing: that’s the life of a creative (one brother is a photographer and videographer and the other brother is an actor). There is always going to be people who do not like what you do. And that’s ok.
If everyone liked and disliked exactly the same things, what a boring world that would be. I remember doing a debate speech at school in the topic of ‘variety is the spice of life’. How true that statement is. As I write, I often think of my high school english teacher Ms T. I hope she is looking down from the heavens and approves of my writing.
So I guess what I’m trying to say (not very eloquently) is that I hope people like what I write. But I’m learning not to be bothered if people don’t. I thoroughly enjoy what I do, it feels natural and normal to me, so I’ll keep writing and hopefully relate to one of two people along the way!