I have stacks of journals. Stacks and stacks of them. And I'm pretty damn sure that all of them are unfinished. I like to write, but secretly think that someone will read what I write and be horrified or judgmental or just plain bored. But, this kind of writing, the one where you pick up a pen or commit to your keystrokes should solely be about me. Whatever genius or nonsense or bullshit I've got to pontificate in the moment.
Amongst the stacks of unfinished journals, I've also got books of topics with pages for suggestions of things you might want to write about... (Yes, I paid money for these as well)
Where do I start? Beginning to end, end to beginning, or strictly at random? Shit. (Just pick something, and write about it, and see where it takes you!) Ok, here goes... Question: Who do you admire and why?
admire: – Verb (used with object)
1. to regard with wonder, pleasure, or approval. —Synonyms 1. esteem, revere, venerate.
I admire my friend Geema. She is fearless, beautiful, generous of heart, and funny as hell. I admire that she will pack a bag, go to a foreign country on her own, and find new friends wherever she is. She's like a magnet, drawing people with stories and open minds to her like a moth to a flame.
I love people, but have great social anxiety. When at a party, I'm usually the wallflower, rather than dancing in the spotlight. In my dreams, I dance freely, without care for what others think. In reality, in a crowded place, I quickly retreat to the corners. Because there's a better chance there that I'll be able to find out what your story is (and actually be able to hear you).
Who do you admire and why?