How do we communicate? If a writer were to describe me as a character in a fiction book, they’d write: as she talked, her hands moved to show emphasis on the point she was trying […]
What do you do with the negative inner monologue? With thoughts like I’m not good enough? When they become present, I’ve been getting better at letting those thoughts be while not accepting them as my […]
I’ve been more and more curious about other people’s lives. Of what it means to be a school cook, a flight attendant, a jewelry store salesperson. How does the world look through their eyes?
I’ve also been reading too much academic writing, and even though I’m learning (l love learning), there’s nothing beautiful to this type of writing (I’m sure that there are exceptions to this). When I think about my reading preferences, the reason why I am an avid reader is because I was able to make a home out of the books I read.
To make a home you need emotions, but after I read a chapter from an academic textbook, I feel like the authors only showed up to hand me the materials for me to build a home and to leave me to my own devices.
Going back to this curiosity of wanting to experience life through someone else’s point of view makes me think of my love of reading. This might be the reason why I love reading memoirs and diaries. I love how writers can share the grandest truths through the simplest and sometimes, too, the humblest experiences. When taking out the trash, an uneventful Tuesday, or a stranger become the foundations of an epiphany.