Writing, My Labor of Love
With the shut down of G+ I sometimes go through my old files to organize my new collection here now on Youme ... While I was doing that, I ran into this old blog post which I wrote just a couple of years back. I couldn't help but laugh after reading it again, especially when I got to the part about after I have posted my writing on Blogger:
Then when it’s out there in blog land, the funny thing is, I start to feel vulnerable. Like I am exposing myself. Like all my weaknesses are there for anyone to see. Strange but true. Although I have this funny feeling in my gut, I have no regrets. I hope a few people will read my post and find it useful.
Although I don’t have a big smile on my face because I’m never satisfied with what I have written, the fact that I’ve finally achieved to have written something just makes my heart pound with excitement. As a matter of fact, I start to feel how writing is such an empowering experience.
I remember writing it on the New Year's Eve of 2017, the title of the post is: Writing, My Labor of Love. Even though l was laughing when I read it again, but the words sum up pretty much about myself. Even after a few years now, I'd say I pretty much still feel the same. That old blog post is actually a good way of introducing myself, so that's why I thought I should post it here.