It has been almost a year since I last wrote a post. Needless to say, a lot has changed. Many times, I would open up this page and start writing about how the COVID-19 pandemic, the BLM protests, and the constant anxiety caused by the uncertainty of world affairs are making me feel, and get to describing what is happening in the world exactly as anyone who is experiencing it would describe it. And then delete the draft. There was nothing new to say — 2020 sucked and 2021 is looking pretty sucky too, especially from where I am.
My good friend asked me recently if I had shared any new thoughts in this blog, and I did not have an answer for him other than the plain truth — I was not up for it. However, I do have something to share. I will be starting a new chapter in my life, which is very exciting. After years of preparing and doubting and fighting through, I have finally secured a position as a graduate student in a psychology-based program. I am beyond excited, and of course the excitement brings along doubts of “Will I be able to complete the program?”, “Will I be good in it?”, “Will I be able to afford it?”. I am listening to these thoughts, not ignoring them or fighting them. But at the same time, I let them pass by. I know I have waited a long time for some change, and it is finally happening. This is the good type of change for which I was praying to the God in whom I do not think I believe.
To get a head start with this program, I started reading some literature and came across this sentence: Thinking onto the page is part of life. How true is this? I am not sure about you, but this past year I spent a lot of time with myself. You may think I am losing my mind, but I have become my best friend. Sometimes I talk to myself; sometimes I smile at my reflection because I am happy to see myself; and at other times I listen to myself when I am feeling a lot of emotions. Although I have not written posts on this blog, I have written more in my journal than any other time in my life. Except for maybe when I was a kid — I used to write mundane day-to-day tasks in my diary almost every night before bed. I wonder where these diaries are…
Anyways, back to the point. Writing in my journal has allowed me to process thoughts and feelings by leaving them on paper: for me to come back to another day with a fresher perspective. So I wholeheartedly agree with, “Thinking onto the page is part of life.” Writing really helps you reflect on your choices, decisions and hurdles; and what other way helps you grow more than self-reflection? Writing is art, but it is not just a way to entertain others. It is a means of catharsis. It is a means of entertaining ourselves. You do not need to be perfect at writing. All you need to do is pick up a pen or a pencil, grab a piece of blank paper, and pour your thinking onto the page. Sometimes I have a lot to say, and I do not know how to end or structure my words once I begin opening up. I just let them flow, as fast as my right hand can write, in synchronous motion with with my thoughts. Other times, I do not write much but get to the point so that the ‘future me’ will know what is up. I write when I am sad, angry, hurt, neutral, happy, content; I write whenever I feel like writing. I write just as I live — however and whenever I wish to do so. I am in charge.