Thanks to a spring cleaning kick I’ve been on the past month, I’ve done some digging, prioritizing, rearranging… and then some.
When I stumbled upon my stack of old writing notebooks, I couldn’t help but smile.
Bear in mind, I was in the 9th grade at this time.
This got me thinking: What was it that drove me to fill notebooks upon notebooks with blue or black ink? What drove me to spend my free time in another world and then force my dear friends to read it?
Because I needed to. And I loved it.
In these busy days, it is easy to forget why we’re doing what we’re doing. So taking a moment to go back to what we love, remembering why we put ourselves through the late nights, early mornings, painstaking edits and endless rewrites, is sometimes exactly what we need.
For whatever passion drives you and eats up your spare time: What “started” it all for you?