I’m retracing my steps with writing

STEEPED BY SAMIA #1 | 6.13.22
Exploring the difficult & illuminating process of rebuilding a relationship with your life’s passion. Sometimes you feel lost, you know?

Writers naturally go through moments of doubt and creative lows. 

These moments, while painful, can be filled with important realizations. The past 2-3 years, my writing was tied to social media in a way that it never was before. I developed mixed feelings about being a creative online. Yes, it can be cool to share your story / perspective and find virtual community. I’ve met so many amazing people and have grown a lot as a communicator and storyteller. At the same time, it’s just…not it. I was navigating, for the first time, the uphill battle of being a writer on the internet: the metrics, expectations, pressures and how social media platforms are becoming less and less conducive for writers to share their work. 

A new layer of anxiety formed on top of my relationship to writing — and it was hard to tune out the noise. I didn’t have answers for myself on why I write, what was keeping me motivated, or what I really wanted to do with it. My internal well of creativity and reassurance was low, especially toward the end of 2021 when I faced a crossroad with my career and mental health. 

Career-wise, I’m coming to terms with the idea that — maybe, just maybe — I’d be happier doing any sort of job in my skillset and focus on writing as a personal project. Quite frankly, my labor as a writer will never be as financially or socially valued compared to the labor of people in STEM, business, and medicine. I kind of knew this; but after working in various editorial, writing, and content strategy roles, I see a fuller picture of that interesting shift between writing as a hobby, to writing as a job. 

In the midst of (f)unemployment, I went back to what I needed.

To write, little by little, every day. To go on long morning walks on the trail near my house. To roam the contours of my interior world and journal about my dreams. To read, listen to, and watch a lot of things. To have multiple bad days with writing, followed by a decent day. To ask myself things like: What is eating away at my creativity? How do I want to look at writing in the next 3-5 years? Should writing just be an outlet for myself?

I’d see flashes of memories from a time when writing was blissfully uncomplicated: my tweenage years. I remember journaling for hours on my flower-printed bed in my ‘Journal / Diary / Notebook-thingy’. Secretly passing around a notebook to my friends that contained a hand-written romance story I wrote (It was called The Prince & the Maid — iconic, to say the least, lol). Reading voraciously and feeling curious about the lives and creative processes of writers. Daydreaming about fantastical stories in my head and anchoring them to outlines and first chapters. 

Lately, I’ve been feeling this urge to write in the digital world again.

I am building my capacity to hold multiple truths about writing. 

  1. If I don’t put my work out there, that’s okay. If I want to put my work out there, that’s okay, too.
  2. I have a lot to learn as a writer and feel a little lost. I also know that I’m damn good at it and believe in my potential. 
  3. I want to create work I’m proud of, that is brimming with creativity and imagination. I also want to create random, not good, messy things. Because why not?
  4. I want people to get to know me through my writing. I also want to understand myself better and put language to experiences and emotions that go un-communicated to myself.

It’s been such a process to take steps closer to my ideal relationship with writing — including a fair share of wandering and stumbling. Every misstep, though, has eventually led to some sort of clarity or new intention, even when it’s not clear right away. I’ve learned to be more kind and patient with myself lately, and that’s not always easy. 

I’ve spent so much time thinking about writing and reading everything that makes me curious. Even then, I have no grand treasures to share from this experience. It isn’t a spiritually enlightened journey, like in the The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. And that’s okay; I’m chasing an elusive feeling of contentment, one that will keep me moving forward.  

Sometimes, when we’re confused in life and ask questions to ourselves, God, or the universe, the answers that come back are profoundly simple. Like: You’re a writer. Regardless of how it shows up in life, what goals you have, or how you’re perceived, you’re a writer. That’s all that matters, right? 
— S.A.


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About This Blog:

Steeped by Samia is a space where I can simmer on thoughts, curiosities & memories in the scope of digital culture, mental health, creativity & more. Far too often, my writing ideas fizzle out in energy; I never get to see them to their full potential. While building my rhythm with writing, I want to share these ideas with you. 

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