Be Messy

I keep making the same mistake again and again: I don’t write even when I want to because I feel I am being unnecessary. The internet is noisy, polluted. People are experiencing digital fatigue. No one is paying attention to the real world. We all need to go touch grass. Who needs one more blog post? I have answered this question a million times before. Always, the conclusion is that it matters. But I keep forgetting it, and every time there’s an urge to write, I first spend ages trying to look for reasons that it is a good idea to write. I will always encourage others to write–I still keep telling my classmates to do so–but I need to convince myself, over and over, even though I love writing, even though not writing creates an unsettling feeling in my body that permeates everything and creates confusion and frustration that I can’t name at the time but later recognize as what I once named creative frustration. Today, I am very, very frustrated, but already I feel some of the…