Writing is such a cathartic experience.
When I was a kid I use to journal everyday coz I wanted to remember every moment of my life. As I grew older I realize damn, reading old diaries is such a waste of time and makes me not living in the present. So I stopped. In grad school, I went through a few years of being a sellout by writing stuff for other people. Either a journalist gig, or a magazine internship, or my graduate thesis, I hated them all. I wrote for credits, for money, and for the sake of my degree. Writing was a chore.
Thank god for this blog, which ironically started because I was trying to impress others (potential employers), but soon helped me understand what writing really means to me. It's not about recording stuff, or making money. It’s really just about releasing emotions and self expression.
I can now be transparent with my intuition. I can unleash my bitchy side. I can paint feelings with words.
I can cuss. I can use internet slang. I can use made-up words. I can be clatchet.
I can talk about boobs and nipples, like a Carrie Bradshaw wannabe, sexting it up in the city.