Yesterday was a busy day. I had a workshop and then a writers’ group. Both of these things are important for my mental health.
The workshops allow me to give back and contribute in a meaningful way. They let me help. Also, they keep me connected to other people. I’m not exactly the most social of butterflies. They give me those hits of short term connections. And I’m always learning from other people there. I love my workshops.
My writing group is also important to me. It’s an outlet where I get to be creative and introspective in a room full of people doing the same. It lets me practice my writing skills. Basically what we do is write for 10-15 minutes, whatever comes out comes out. It’s different when it’s structured like that versus being at home alone. Here there are a million distractions, including in my own head.
I’m trying to write a book. I don’t know what it’s about yet, though. But I figure it’s about damn time I write it.