This is my 31st blog. Even in my wildest dream I didn't imagine that I'd be able to sustain it for 31 weeks. Feels good.
And to add to that I now have my own website. Feels better.
In the last few weeks, many have asked me if writing has had any impact on my life. If I have started thinking, feeling, doing and being differently. To be honest, I had not thought about this until people asked me about it. I took some time to reflect and think how writing has changed me.
I was surprised myself with how deeply it has impacted me. I'm sure you'll relate.
I have started valuing my commitments more than I ever did. I had announced it publicly that I'd blog every Friday. Am happy that no amount of being busy or being sick has stopped me from writing what I feel.
I used to think that only my thoughts and feelings influenced my writing but in a silent way my writings had a deep influence on me. I became more of what I wrote. Case in point, even today I make note of things I'm grateful for at the end of the day (courtesy my blog on #grateful)
I started preparing more. In order to write more I had to read more and think more and feel more. I became open to newer perspectives and learning.
Lastly, by virtue of the comments and feedback I get from people every week, I in a way feel my words don't belong just to me but are #expressions of what they feel and care about.
If you read this carefully, you'll see that these are not specific to just writing. You pick any artistic form and you'll see this happening to you. Be it music or painting or poetry or puppetry. You'll become a source of your own expressions and healing. And in a way, of the people.
If this reminded you of your long lost hobby, I suggest you pick that damn instrument or brush or whatever you relate with and bring to life the expressions that would have otherwise died within you.
"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."