Write my heart out

I’ve decided that I am going to start some long term writing projects this year. Yes, this blog is one of them and one I am still working to be better at. However, I am choosing to be optimistic about keeping to some new commitments. 

I am of course assuming that if I outline my intention and projects here, I will somehow shame my future self into committing to them. It is also an appeal to my practical self. If i am successful with these future endeavors, I have at least one or two more blog posts that I can dedicate to this subject. 

To be clear, these are not New Year’s resolutions. The timing of this post and plans are merely coincidental. I am not a person that can complete a New Year’s resolution. It appears that the moment I call it that, I have consigned it the fate of never being completed. So these are definitely NOT New Years’s resolutions. 

You maybe, rightfully, wondering, what are “these”? Well, my plans are to write letters and journal. 

I’ve recently finished listening to the audiobook of “Sorcery & Cecelia: or The Enchanted Chocolate Pot.” It was a cute fantasy epistolary novel. It reminded me of letters that I used to write to my very good friend Q. It made me wonder why I ever stopped. Honestly, the rate at which I respond to text messages is sometimes on par with standard mail delivery. 

The added benefit to write out my letters on class sheets of paper are as follows:

1. I get to practice my penmanship
2. I have an excuse to buy more fancy paper and envelopes
3. I have the opportunity to use my wax and seal  

Journaling is a habit I have long aspired towards. The few times I have successfully journaled have proven to be ridiculously helpful. For example, I couldn’t remember what I had done an innocuous Thursday afternoon. Why I needed to know that is because of a family disagreement on who rented a movie on our Amazon account. This was certainly not life and death, but because I listed all that I did that day, which left no time to have sat down and watched a movie I was able to point the finger right back at the culprit. 

It is also important to note that journaling suits my aesthetic. It also gives me a wonderful excuse to buy colorful pens and stickers. My journal is an unlined notebook that was a gift from my brother and sister-in-law last year. I love that people give me notebooks for gifts. Despite all their efforts, I can never have enough. 

It is never too late to start or continue on some goals. Duolingo will surely never let me forget. What are you all up to?