For once the WP prompt is more appealing than the Coffee Monsterz prompt…
And the answer to the prompt is yes, my life today is what I pictured a year ago. It’s the same as last year and I’m grateful for that.
In fact it’s probably easier today than I imagined it. That’s because job-wise, I have less responsibility on me right now, and I’m here for it. My kids joke that I seem to barely work lately. But I say, well I’ve earned it.
In my twenty-four years as a nurse, I did my fair share of working Christmases and every other holiday, putting in twelve hour shifts at the hospital and in the personal care home. According to the Manitoba Nurses Union collective agreement, you are required to work every other Christmas/New Year.
Anywho, I woke up today thinking about writing, specifically why we write. We don’t write to please others, writing is supposed to be a self-serving cathartic experience. Yet I feel like there must be some element of pleasing the reader.
Correct?
Would you actually write if you knew that everyone was skipping by your words and in fact, nobody was gaining pleasure from your writing? The words literary g-spot came to mind.
Would you still write if it pleased no one?
I do write for me, I feel better when I write daily. Here and in my journal. I am relieved when I get these words and sentences off my chest.
But if I was writing for a big empty hole where no person’s eyes scanned the words, would it feel the same?
bloom.planted.north 
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