Writing for reasons

I was drinking my tea this morning while watching the sun on the mountains and sketching some idea or another in my notebook when I got to thinking about how I used to post online all kinds of things I’d write, but as the years have gone by I seem to have lost interest in sharing. I believe this is because I’m not sure who I’d share for, or why. I still write all the time, but I’ve come to realize I do so for myself; it’s a form of therapy, a way of thinking, a practice in seeing. As a result, my writing has become wilder, less purposeful, and much more mine.

Jeremy @restlesslens