By doing a blog,
everyone else gets to see the true, real thoughts on my mind. You get to see
what I really believe, what I do not. You get to experience who I am. But, what
do I get to learn about myself? That’s a much more difficult question to
answer. Who am I in my writing? I’ve learned that I write about what I care
about, and why I care about it. I learned that I write thinking about what will
run through someone else’s mind after reading it. I learned that my writing has
my heart inside it. Shouldn’t that happen in all my writing? In high school, my
writing had no meaning. It had to truth. It was facts on facts on facts. Who
wants to read that? It gets boring. I want to know my writer. I want to feel
their opinion. I want to read their feelings, their heart.
Through
this process, I’ve learned more than just who I am in my writing. I’ve learned
about soda and caffeine, and how it kills you slowly. I learned about how
unhealthy I was before I stopped. I learned about how to help those who need to
stop. I learned that just because I think I know something, does not mean that
I really know it. I probably don’t even know half of it. That’s why you are
supposed to do research. I mean, truthfully, no one wants to look ignorant. Ignorance
is not bliss. The research almost humbles me. To read scholarly accounts on
something that I didn’t know, it’s almost as if I can teach myself through the
writers writing. I mean, no one likes a know-it-all.
I
feel like this process as taught me so much about who I am, and what I can do
with my writing. I’ve become a different person in the writing sense. It has
changed the ideas that I have about my academics. It has caused me to work
harder on certain papers, and really have a thirst for knowledge and becoming
the person I am meant to be (in all aspects).