I recently got the time to go back to writing or maybe I’m in the state of mine where I need to let go, release and write things down.

And due to this “down-town” shall we say, I have had the time to finally create a landing-page or a
proper website for myself to host both my blog and my poetry under one proper domain.

 

So, this time I reverted to old blog posts and give them a re-read, and the results are terrifying.

 

Sure, my style of writing has developed to become simpler and more me sounding than before. Blogging was a thing I wanted to do on the side, while now my blog is reflection of the many random thoughts that I have on a random day. Also, my topic choices have changed since I started this back in 2010 (I was 18 years old).

 

This whole thing started for my love of writing back at DeviantArt where writers had a platform, and I was young and eager to share my poetry and thoughts at that age. I’m not someone who had an ordinary life from the get-go so becoming creative with words was just an extension to the peculiar person I was becoming.

 

So, taking a trip to the few left standing posts was great, many have been reverted to drafts for my own personal delight, and many were removed completely, but that’s not what terrified me, that was not what stopped me in place for few weeks.

 

The changes I saw while reading my own words were tremendous and this blog is a huge extension of my own personality and development.

 

This blog went from having a tagline of “My Talk Your Positive Thinking.” To “Here Comes What I Think”

 

You might not spot it, but this girl here went from one extreme to the other, caring too much and wanting to make changes in others life or help with their point of view to make things better, to only taking care of herself and caring more about herself and wellbeing.

And I can’t say I don’t love it, honestly, I love them both.

 

Those two sides of me that still live in my words and actions are what I needed to see in this not-so-great time of my life.

 

I cared enough for people to know I’m people too and it’s time to care for me. If it wasn’t for writing, I don’t know who I would become.

But I’m glad I have those words that I wrote to remind me of this fact repeatedly.