There is something about doing the things you love. While partaking in them, you enter a trance-like state, and just can’t get enough.
It happened with me when I was learning graphic designing techniques. For a couple of days, I watched instructional videos and ran through the tutelage in a software named Canva.
For the next month, I was noticing color combinations and designs everywhere around me. When I mentioned this to my mother she said I could heed the colors and the patterns because I loved the stuff.
Another discipline I wanted to excel at was writing. Trying to write was the most difficult assignment I had ever given myself. But after months and months of toiling, it is eventually paying off. It seems simpler now.
Writing is hard, which is a fact the ones who regularly write frequently attest to. It took me a while to devise a system for penning down things. But I got there eventually.
The trick is to just start the process. Write the first word, and the first article, to get the train in motion. Putting one line in front of the next is the way out of the mess. The end-product can be edited in a hundred ways, morphed into a thousand distinct configurations, and elaborated all you want.
There is no bad writing. Bad writing is just the writing you didn’t do, and the idea you let escape your mind. Whatever you consider the worst piece of writing can still be revisited a few days later and improved multifold.
I have read back bits I marked down months prior and was astounded by my form and creativity in the past session. My future self-had almost forgotten how I cursed myself while writing the same material. How I felt like a piece of shit for putting out such ugly words.
finding faults
At this point, I manage to find faults in the words spoken by Jim Proudfoot (football commentator) and written in the economist (newspaper/magazine), because I know better. Practice has definitely improved me, and there is more to come.
I am just starting to get the bad words and sentences out. It took me more time than I had expected for the same. But that is just how things happen, at their own pace; not at my whim.
I have shown enough evidence to convince myself I will persist with active reading, active listening, and writing, the troika of articulation.
There is every reason I will become superior at the particular undertakings.
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