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Mar. 2nd, 2020 02:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dwarvenbeardsporesabsently thinking about.... choices. feeling like I'm in a position where I am actively making choices and really considering where I want my priorities to be. Maybe I'm actually learning how to evaluate stuff I want.
Interesting that at this point, original writing is so close to the bottom of the list. A few years ago that would've been unfathomable. I write fic these days, and I create rp characters, but I am barely even making passing attempts at my own original fiction.
I know that all things must pass and all, that this will likely change, and that even if it doesn't, writing as a hobby is okay, but like....
I have spent a long, long time centering my ability to write as part of my identity. And now I'm.......... not. And that's very odd.
I'm trying to commit and commit and commit to my friends in ways that I wasn't able to do, or at least didn't do, in college. I committed in so many ways, but not in an rp way, and that is also very interesting to me. Where have my priorities been. Learning that new skill was... not one. Now it is.
Thinking about how the way I specifically processed things and dealt with things has tied my brain into knots, thinking about how that's a genuine form of harm that I need to heal from even if it was entirely of my own accidental devising
Idk. I'm not sure what my point is. But internally, things feel like they're in motion.
Interesting that at this point, original writing is so close to the bottom of the list. A few years ago that would've been unfathomable. I write fic these days, and I create rp characters, but I am barely even making passing attempts at my own original fiction.
I know that all things must pass and all, that this will likely change, and that even if it doesn't, writing as a hobby is okay, but like....
I have spent a long, long time centering my ability to write as part of my identity. And now I'm.......... not. And that's very odd.
I'm trying to commit and commit and commit to my friends in ways that I wasn't able to do, or at least didn't do, in college. I committed in so many ways, but not in an rp way, and that is also very interesting to me. Where have my priorities been. Learning that new skill was... not one. Now it is.
Thinking about how the way I specifically processed things and dealt with things has tied my brain into knots, thinking about how that's a genuine form of harm that I need to heal from even if it was entirely of my own accidental devising
Idk. I'm not sure what my point is. But internally, things feel like they're in motion.
