I remember multiple points in my life when I would be watching my parents perform some kind of mundane task exclusively for those whose are older. The task can be as simple as opening a bottle of beer to driving down a freeway. While I felt frustrated and impatience, I also felt a deep sense of curiosity and wonder. What would it be like for me to drive a car, cut steak, raise a child, etc.?
This past week, my class and I were asked to spent a few days studying and reading the “Why I Wrote” essays by two experienced writers. We talked about writing styles and how others write, but we didn’t really a chance to talk about ourselves fully. And so this assignment, to me, gives me the same feeling that I get when I am given the chance to finally do something I’ve been wanting to do all my life.
The challenge I am having with this assignment is whether I have only one reason why I write or multiple. Based on previous studies in my psychology class on reasons for human nature, I believe it is the latter.
I want to write something so good because this is a reflection of me and because I have such high expectations, I am actually stuck and end up writing nothing at all. I need to remind myself to take things one step at a time, as I should with the rest of my life. That way, I can write efficiently and produce something well-thought out and well-written.