Yikes. This is going to be hard. I didn’t really do anything creative this vacation. I really didn’t. I spent time with my family, met some new people… not a lot of time to be creative. I rested a lot, which I think alleviated the mental strain that school was putting on me.
It really is weird; the last months felt like I was just tagging along for the ride; I was just going about my day without thinking much of it. I mean, that’s how I usually live, it was just more than usual in this vacation. I didn’t have a lot of opportunities to be creative. I feel like it’s such a big part of who I am that I just needed a break from it.
I guess there’s one thing I did… or rather, thinking of doing. Because of this whole emotional period, I was thinking of starting writing poetry again. In case you didn’t know, I used to write poetry when I was younger. I had a knack for it, or so I was told. With time, I made the messed up realisation that I was more comfortable bottling up my feelings than actually channeling them into something positive. A few months ago, my dad told me something that really stuck with me. He said “You’re really emotionally shut off. I feel like I don’t really know what you’re feeling, ever. I’m closed off too, but you’re even more than I am”. Now, that was very shocking, because I’m very much an extrovert, while he isn’t. But it’s true, while I do talk a lot, and love having conversations with people… I never really told anyone about my feelings.
Which is why I think writing poetry may be a healthy way to redirect these feelings into something interesting. Sure, i’m rusty, and it’d take forever to develop a proper characteristic style, but I think there’s a lot of potential in this silly idea. I always felt like writing was my strong point, maybe this is what I was made to do…
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