After coming across the question: What did you do for fun when you were 10 years old? (Thanks to Gretchen Rubin and The Happiness Project) I only had to think for one second before the answer popped into my mind: WRITING.
As I got older, I set aside my story writing to concentrate on my academic writing. Since I graduated from college, my writing has consisted of random blog posts, e-mails, and facebook statuses.
I need to get back to writing. I need to get back to the things I was passionate about when I was young because what I did for fun then was honest and true. As I’ve gotten older I feel myself trying to push myself toward activities that I think I should like.
How ridiculous is that? I would try to like things because my peers seemed to like them. Or because that’s what people my age do, obviously! Or because that’s what adults would like to do. (Seriously, what defines an “adult”). Or simply because I was embarrassed about the things I actually like.
This past year I made a small step in the right direction by admitting my long time love for a certain musical artist. I have been a “closet fan” for a loooong time. I never wanted to admit it because I thought it was too weird…
But honestly, it’s not that weird. He is super famous, was part of band at one point, had a great solo career, sings, plays instruments, and has produced music for major movies. What’s not to love?
Alright, I’ll say it. It’s Phil Collins. I love Phil Collins. Deal with it. No matter what anyone says, I LIKE HIS MUSIC. Honest and true.
And so, I want to embrace writing like I have embraced Phil Collins. With love and without fear of rejection or ridicule.
And I will put on Sussudio anytime I need a pick-me-up.