I used to write in a diary and thought one day I will become a journalist or an author.
But I gave up on the thought right after college when the demands of work didn’t afford me extra time to journal my day. Though, I still kept those diaries and occasionally browse old entries (for want of nothing else but to experience getting goosebumps); And when a short writing stint for a magazine proved that I couldn’t write under pressure, I realized I cannot be a writer. I got depressed during assignments and barely met deadlines. That experience gave writing, in general, a sour taste for me. Even when I was doing my masteral thesis, I had to struggle with finishing the book.
And I thought I couldn’t write anymore. Until recently, a close friend of mine told me blogging can be therapeutic. There are no time pressure, no bosses, and no grades.
I hesitated and resisted opening a blog account for a while but realized if I write just for myself, what does it matter. Perhaps, one day I could face my fear of writing down my thoughts and having someone else read it. So I’m giving it a go!