Today, I have written in the blog for 365 consecutive days; a full year. I have not a slightest idea I could arrive at this point, I am lazy by default, but here I am. A year of writing, a year of knowing my self a little bit better every day by commiting averagely five to ten minutes a day.
I write to heal, by writing I could face my mistakes, my best and my worst, my average self, my beauty and my unique self. With writing I could quietly observe my actions, my thoughts, without any harsh judgement.
Sure, writing is hard; it’s difficult to find a perfect time, good mood, simultaneously with great inspiration, but that’s exactly why I found this practice is so attractive. I am not particularly gifted in this writing art, just average at best, at the beginning, I just want to put a positive reflection of my day, to see beyond the bad day, being grateful on the good day, being joyous with the ordinary day. But now, I write because this art is a form of self compassion; it’s definitely making me healthier and a better person.
Cheers, may you found joy in crafting any kind of art, let your soul be your pilot,