Its’ been over a month since I’ve written. I could say that I’ve been busy with the holidays and flipping a house, but the truth is I’ve set a goal to write about people and their art (rather than just art) and now find myself obsessing over details and what impression the subjects may have.
I wrote earlier about writing and what a relief it was to write about what I wanted, when I wanted. It’s as if things don’t seem normal without the self-imposed pressure we place upon ourselves to be more something, to write about something.
Like pets. Most people have them, but ours are somehow more special. We are quite sure of this. Why am I comfortable writing a blog about cats and not about someone who has impressed me? If I write from my point of view, then no one can argue. It’s mine. Writer and life coach Tania Carrierre told me to write about what I’ve fallen in love with – even if it’s just about a few moments, they are my moments and only I can know whether they are accurate.
For now, I’ll be paying attention to how my cats purr and play, then write about it because they are clearly cuter than yours! Then tomorrow, I will write about my impressions of someone I’ve met, or music, or old friends. It might even be you.