Bed sheets and writing

23:44 no inspiration for any blogpost. 

Have I already used up all of my creativity and inventiveness? The one I thought I had regained in my short holiday? These were the questions popping in my mind when I was reminded that my post of the day wasn't ready yet. I then started changing my bed sheets, hoping the physical and monotonous activity would spark again my ideas. It didn't happen. So again I thought why do I need to write? The answer to this question is my inspiration for today. 

I need to write. I will write about the need to write.

It started when I was little, with very scarce results. I wasn't a very good writer in elementary school: my descriptions were poor, my verbs didn't really respect the grammar and I didn't fully get myself understood. I was many times criticized because my writing was poor. As a result I started to disregard the form and my innate efforts to please others and I just started to write for myself and myself only. I started keeping a diary when I was about 9; I would write about daily school quarrels and family anecdotes but while growing up I started writing poetry. Short thoughts, very intense. I wish I could get my hands on that diary right now, as it would be great to read myself at that age, to measure the scale of hope and excitement I had at that time, to the one I express now here on my blog and on my private journal. 

Writing is both a need and a pleasure for me, but mostly a need. I share the belief many have that writing has therapeutic properties, it clarifies thoughts and places them in perspective. Reading back the pages I wrote the past year can give me the true perspective and sense of how I was feeling that day and this is to me priceless. I often thought that the worst that could happen to me is to grow and not notice the differences, to experience and not embed and acquire the lessons the different people I have met have taught me in life. Keeping a diary helps me in this task, to keep track of my development.

I couldn't research a lot into this matter but it looks like girls are more likely to keep a journal than guys and writing a journal is closer to the introverted personalities: ehi, I am a girl and introverted, it all sums up. 

Although I don't write poetry anymore, maybe because I grew into a literature rather than poetry lover I wish I could start again writing poetry and maybe I will. The only thing I am sure I'll keep on writing until Blogs will be available and pens will have ink.