Do you ever just not feel like doing something you love? Like tonight, how I just so totally don’t feel like writing anything, even though I actually love writing. Yet, I write anyway, because I want to maintain the habit of writing, even and especially when I’m not feeling it or feel as though I have nothing valuable to write. Otherwise, I could see myself going right back to how I first started writing, but then only wrote around once a month, because I didn’t feel like I had something valuable enough to write about. Virginia Woolf mentioned in her (ridiculously long) essay called “A Room of One’s Own”, how it is important for women – the whole thing was about women – to write, no matter what they have to write about, because they are able to express their genius and artistry by writing. And so, even if the writing is only valued for a day or for a year, it is still important to write it, she said.*
I have much to do over these next handful of days, and I would like to accomplish it all (and well), because I quite possibly will have more added on at the end of them, which is just a bit absurd when being added to what I already have to accomplish by a few weeks from now. P-hsh—— (That was like a sigh, but with my teeth closed.) Just like Fuji-san, it’s bothersome to do, but I know I can do this, and that’s exactly why I don’t want to do it. 😛
*Fun fact: I used the word ‘said’, and it is actually correct, because the essay was published out of two speeches Virginia Would gave to Cambridge women’s colleges around 1928 and 1929. (One of those was Newnham College, which is where my best friend studied and where I visited and stayed briefly!) So, she really did say the information, even though she also wrote it.