I started as a reader. I would begin to read when I woke up, read while eating, while making my bed and continue multi-tasking in this way for the major part of the day.
Then I morphed into a thinker, a seeker of truth and often an overthinker.
I like telling stories though they frequently become long-winded and somewhat boring as I try to ensure my audience receives the complete backstory with all the facts. Many times, I find myself repeating a point or running off on a tangent.
One day a few years ago, I was awake in the wee hours as is sometimes my wont and I wrote down two ideas, a mix of experience, feelings and thoughts. I found that writing allowed me the time to be precise and provide any information required without needing to repeat myself to ensure I passed on a true reflection of my ideas.
I showed these musings to my brother. He told me I wrote well. So now when I have a thought rolling around in my head I add it to my collection of random writings. I find this beneficial for several reasons. It enables me to think through my thoughts clearly, quiets my noisy mind for a time and gives me a chance to delight in transforming abstract notions into words.
Due to my unusual history and being an introvert I often feel isolated even when in a group. I have found it comforting when I read another’s writing and find the thoughts and feelings that I was unable to put into words myself. Reading increases your understanding and ability to express yourself while reassuring you that you are not the only one. The more I speak to others and show them my writing, the more I find that my experience of life is shared, though unspoken, by many. It is with all this in mind that I publish my writing.
Katherine Wansink Writes 