I loved the Covid Lockdowns. Sometimes admitting just how much I loved covid feels like a crime, but I do it anyway. The lockdowns were honestly the best years of my life. I felt as though I finally got the chance to truly explore who I was during that time. I discovered so many things about myself, my personal beliefs, and who I wanted to be and become in the future. During covid, I became my own teacher. I would spend hours daily writing and researching the art of writing in an attempt to improve my craft and I did.
Today, I live in what feels like chaos. I am constantly on the move all day and despite how much I accomplish in a day it feels like there’s always more to do. Unlike the simple days of 2020 where each day stood on its own, my days and weeks are now intertwined. Future events loom over the days beforehand like dark clouds. Homework assignments follow me until I’ve finished them, and when I do finish them another assignment just seems to appear. Even my weekends no longer feel as though their my own. All my time is dominated by school, college, family, or friends. The time I had to explore the depths of my brain in 2020 is now a luxury of the past. It’s now something I miss. Honestly, I feel as though my brain has been silenced throughout all the chaos of my daily life. I no longer have the same gravity of time as I did three years ago to simply just sit with myself, write, and think.
It’s no secret that my volume of writing has been on a decrease since 2020. Since 2020, I haven’t written any more books or short stories. Despite trying to journal as frequently as I can I am constantly disappointed in the amount of work I produce. Some days I find myself wishing I could go back to 2020, but I can’t… so instead I continue to write and try to find ways to increase my writing production like 40 Days & 40 Writes. I’ve even begun trying to encourage the people around me to write in order to help motivate me.
People who know me personally would find it strange that the covid lockdowns were such a positive experience for me. I believe that the majority of those around me believe me to be an extrovert rather than an introvert. I neither agree nor disagree with that statement, I find that I stand in the middle. I enjoy both the company of others and my own company; the only thing that really matters to me is whether or not I’m writing, and right now despite my best efforts I’m not producing enough work to satisfy myself.
P.S. I took the word “Unpopular” from today's prompt and wrote based on that.
— March
Today, I live in what feels like chaos. I am constantly on the move all day and despite how much I accomplish in a day it feels like there’s always more to do. Unlike the simple days of 2020 where each day stood on its own, my days and weeks are now intertwined. Future events loom over the days beforehand like dark clouds. Homework assignments follow me until I’ve finished them, and when I do finish them another assignment just seems to appear. Even my weekends no longer feel as though their my own. All my time is dominated by school, college, family, or friends. The time I had to explore the depths of my brain in 2020 is now a luxury of the past. It’s now something I miss. Honestly, I feel as though my brain has been silenced throughout all the chaos of my daily life. I no longer have the same gravity of time as I did three years ago to simply just sit with myself, write, and think.
It’s no secret that my volume of writing has been on a decrease since 2020. Since 2020, I haven’t written any more books or short stories. Despite trying to journal as frequently as I can I am constantly disappointed in the amount of work I produce. Some days I find myself wishing I could go back to 2020, but I can’t… so instead I continue to write and try to find ways to increase my writing production like 40 Days & 40 Writes. I’ve even begun trying to encourage the people around me to write in order to help motivate me.
People who know me personally would find it strange that the covid lockdowns were such a positive experience for me. I believe that the majority of those around me believe me to be an extrovert rather than an introvert. I neither agree nor disagree with that statement, I find that I stand in the middle. I enjoy both the company of others and my own company; the only thing that really matters to me is whether or not I’m writing, and right now despite my best efforts I’m not producing enough work to satisfy myself.
P.S. I took the word “Unpopular” from today's prompt and wrote based on that.
— March
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