I have been writing for an audience online since I was sixteen years old. Creative non-fiction is absolutely a passion, however, until recently I really focused on writing about the bits and pieces of my life that were complicated, difficult, or painful. In fact, I always loved and related to this quote from Jorge Luis Borges.
I, too…have always known that my destiny was, above all, a literary destiny—that bad things and some good things would happen to me, but that, in the long run, all of it would be converted into words. Particularly the bad things, since happiness does not need to be transformed: happiness is its own end. — Jorge Luis Borges
This was true for me, and over the years when life was happy, and easy, I would pull away from my blog and just live. I soaked up those good times, and gave little thought to writing any of it down. I felt that my online journal, and furthermore my writing, generally, were really of little use to me when I was not using them as a crutch, a band-aid, or an escape.
Don’t get me wrong, I believe that there are times in all of our lives when we may need to take a blogging vacation, perhaps even to the benefit of our writing, and certainly our lives. There is always that ebb and flow that keeps many of us loving, and hating, the space we have created online.
However, I’ve realized something that has proven pretty important to my own personal blogging philosophy. While I used to really believe that there was only value in my writing when it was sparked from a place of discontent, I’ve learned that sometimes happiness does need to be transformed. Happiness is worth exploring, and dissecting, and holding up to the light. In my case, I am particularly interested in the happiness that is a by-product of being someone’s mother.
Life is so complicated. It can be dark, and scary—but also filled with moments of joy, transcendence, and even euphoria. Grab those pieces of life, whether the flavor is bitter, or sweet, and write. Just write.