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I write most every day. For most of these writing sessions, I try to prevent myself from entering the cop-out meta piece in which I write about writing. Yet, here I am.
I think this is an important piece to write because I write about my values. Each piece that I craft reflects a combination of what I value and how I think I can best fulfill it. And so, I think it only makes sense that I am writing about writing — it must mean that it fulfills some sort of value if I’m doing it every day.
My writing can ramble. It’s not clean in any sense of the word. I rarely plan out what I write and when I do, I find it restrictive and eventually scrap the outline. My writing isn’t linear. It can jump from one point to another. It is largely a reflection of my consciousness. I let it be this way and I like it this way. When I look over what I’ve written, I always fall more in love with it. I believe in the power of my ideas, of human ideas — and I believe that sharing our thoughts is not only powerful but necessary. And so when I see my thoughts on paper, I can’t help but smile.
While I can’t claim structural coherence, there’s one thing I take pride in: my writing is straight forward. Some people write because they love language. I write because I love ideas. And when I write, I slowly unravel the yarn of my thoughts, pulling on different strings until something…