I think I’m going to begin incorporating photography back into my blog. The first time I started this blog back in 2019, I used photography to get inspiration on what to write about. I enjoyed it. The problem I encountered was that I gradually drifted away from it because my scope was limited at the time. Maybe it’s because I haven’t taken that route in a while, but I believe inspiration is all around us. I think in my case, I got sidetracked and slowly started pulling away from photography, but it was another tool I used to motivate me to write.
As far as I am in my journey in life and in writing, I want to keep pushing forward. I just don’t want to get stuck in a box. I want to be as creative as possible with the time allowed to me. The only way I’ll know how creative I can be is to work on it. Besides, I don’t really have any more excuses to use to not pursue my writing goals. There are even resources available that were not available in 2019 that I can use to help me along this path.
Writing for me, in a sense, has come full circle. When I was in elementary school, I started writing a story about kids visiting a haunted house that was in a cemetery. When I showed it to my classmates, most of them said they wanted to be in it. Of course, that made things a little more complicated, because that was a lot of characters to add, but I didn’t mind. I was actually honored that other kids wanted to be a part of something I had started. I started it, but unfortunately, I never finished it. My dog vomited on it, and I had to throw the story away. At the time, I was way too young to type on a computer and save my work. But ever since elementary school, I have liked writing. Somewhere along the way, though, the joy of it became lost in the background.
In my life, writing then became an obligation and not the fun type. It became writing papers for class to receive grades. Very little did they promote creative writing in the classes I took. There was one English teacher I had in summer school (Yes, summer school…ahem) who wanted us to be creative. Mrs. Cunningham told us to read a poem from a textbook and then write our own poem to reflect what we had read. It was the most fun I had in an English class. And not for nothing, my poem got a lot of welcomed laughter from my peers because it was meant to be satirical.
The thing about writing and any creative art form is really there are no limits to what your brain can create, and I like that. One of the reasons I’m considering using photographs sometimes is because it can be a challenge expressing creative thoughts and putting them into writing, but once it’s done, the world has been done a service…whether it’s recognized by others or not is a moot point at the end of the day. Words have power.
As for this blog, I don’t know who reads my work or if anyone really reads what I write, but I’m happy to keep at it anyway. For me, it’s an accomplishment. Not only am I expressing myself, but I’ve gotten out of my shell to do it publicly. That means something to me. I don’t know who will read this, but I thank you for being a part of this journey with me. It is always my pleasure to write these pieces of work.