How writing consistently became my new passion.

No matter what I feel or whatever you feel at a particular moment, I am very enthusiastic to write down my thoughts. I strongly urge you to express your thoughts. I have something to tell you all the time. I am thinking about the topics of new articles most of the time. But this change did not happen suddenly

I write it intermittently. I had given up my promise. I broke many promises for months and drowned in a sinful sea. I wrote it irregularly for several days, stopped for a couple of weeks, and wrote for a further two weeks, but I felt I was not as enthusiastic as stopping writing completely.

I am no longer pursuing perfection. I can not protect my mistakes any longer. I began to give way to criticism. One of the goals of my New Year is to consistently write without being overwhelmed by appreciation and praise.

I intentionally brought this change to the company. I have a very strong desire for my feelings before. But now my thoughts are exposed naked to thousands of people.

I removed the external motive. I have not written it myself. I am driven by this strange and essential improvement desire now. I fell in love with freedom of speech

My legs are no longer tied to people's preferences or expectations. I removed the fear of criticism and ignorance. Motivation came out

I liberated myself from a self-destructive idea that hindered my writing habits. Recording my thoughts has become my new love

I can not explain the rich ideological clarity I gained through writing. Satisfaction given to me by writing is incomparable.

I use sentences to get rid of my anger. Tens of thousands of words are flowing in my mind with one idea

I have not written this anymore. This is about playing with my thoughts, crossing my mind, acknowledging my headspace, and spreading my abilities.

The idea is not perfect, and everyone accepts it. Thought is ideologically imperfect and defiant. The idea is to be with at least one person. The idea is to commit to the task and then blindly stick to it. Either way, the idea strengthens my writing rules and evacuates

Writing is the best way to connect with people. It is not just a connection on the surface. It ties people's emotional level. At that time someone said - "God, this is my feeling."

For me, I write my passion. I am not the most stable person in the world, but I write it if I have consistency. In kindergarten, we write practice writing skills every day in the diary, but this custom seems to follow me throughout my life. I wrote down my day's details, travel, dreams, and observations. I spend hours spending my personal character writing some strange perfectionist dramas and books and writing my imagination on paper. However, in the past few years, writing has changed my life. My daily number of words has doubled, but my personal work has decreased. I definitely feel overwhelming pressure during writing to clients, websites, social posts. So I recently visited Havana in Cuba and wrote a long weekend.

I have just started to write - I have written only ten years. For the most part of these years my writing was very unstable. The inconsistency in my writing makes it difficult for me to form a simple and consistent story. The lack of this concise and consistent story confuses me and I do not like sharing my story. This experience makes my life more conscious. It gave me a second opportunity to discover, grow and grow - try the things I was afraid of doing before a heart attack (I have three in all) . I jumped in my feet; I worked hard to write poetry and short stories, I started a small business - I opened a cafe

My feeling is my purpose. Creators, writers, storytellers, information and tasks in my story, these will define my legacy. To be so clear also creates a new sense of urgency. Because I know this, writing is not only my passion but also my responsibility. My legacy, a trace to my world. This is my own attribution and contribution to history. Yes, it is my family tree. My grandmother, 114 years old, her heritage far exceeds the future of her descendants. She began teaching in a rural classroom in Kansas in the 1920s. In the 1940s, she went on to university, but as long as she has one course in her town, she could only receive one course at a time.