I’m Not Trying to Write Anymore
Or at least in the way that I’m used to.
I’ve been going through some old drafts, trying to refine them so that I can publish some of them, and I’m cringing so hard. My writing sounds so pretentious sometimes! I try to include all perspectives, like a well-researched article would. I attempt to better my sentences, and be as articulate as I can, losing my authenticity in the process.
Certainly, I often lack the skills to convey my feelings, but my overthinking stops it further. Even now, you’ll notice a lot of criticism in my voice regarding my writing. Sure, it might be considered a virtue to have high standards for your work.
However, in this effort to perfect my words, I end up never speaking them. That “Publish” button stays unclicked, and I remain unheard.
So I’m going to do what artists do — write about my current perspective, and not worry about the judgment (mine included). Of course, this does not mean, I’ll quit being kind, or lose touch with my values. But this does mean that I shall be less critical of my writing, allowing thoughts to pass more freely onto paper.
