Writing is so easy a caveman can do it.
OK, maybe a literate caveman could do it.
You know what is not easy though? Writing for other people. Writing things that might mean something to another person. Writing to pique someone’s interest and then offering them a little bit of myself each and every time. That’s tough work!
I’ve come to find out that what interests me might not interest other people. My train of thought might not be as clear as I would like to believe. Just the other day I was driving with my beautiful wife and I made a statement out of nowhere. Being the good introvert that I am, I skipped ahead in my conversation because I already worked through the first three points in my head. As you might have guessed, I had to back up to the beginning in order to bring Kristen in on my thoughts.
In case you haven’t noticed, there are a lot of voices online. A lot of people publish blogs to share their thoughts. Some are worth reading, some are worth skimming, and some are worth skipping altogether. Admittedly, I feel like my work lies somewhere in that spectrum, tilting to either extreme from time to time. Sometimes my work misses the mark completely, other times it connects when I least expected it.
Once literacy has been obtained, writing things down is easy. Writing things that have worth and can communicate a truth to someone else is not quite as easy. Finding my voice in a crowded room is difficult work, but work that is needed. Thank you for walking in this journey with me and giving me the opportunity to find my voice.
What journey are you taking?