My 500 Words

I...really am not supposed to do this. You see, I'm sitting in my office reading other people's blogs when I know my boss is after my neck. But then I come across this "My 500 Words" challenge on Jeff Goins page and boy, am I intrigued. Honestly, I have always hope to write a book of my own but the question that have always stump out the flickering hope was: What on Earth would I write about? I mean, what do I have to offer my audience, if I ever have one? 

I’ve kept journals to rant and complain about how I have no room in my cupboard to fit new books in the past, but never had I once thought about composing my thoughts to write something meaningful or fun or entertaining. Just the thought of the contents in those old journals make me cringe.

My 500 words challenge. Right. I was talking about that. (Focus!) So basically I just need to write 500 words every day for 31 days, no editing required, only and solely focusing on the process of writing. I realised I have restructured this sentence itself for a couple to times so that it sound right in my head. No editing is one thing I definitely cannot promise.

This challenge is going to take all of what little ability I have to stay committed to a single goal, and all of my concentration. I suspect that I have probably carried some form of Attention Deficit Disorder all my life. Since I was a child, I could never sit quietly in the class, listen to what my teachers said about handing in that piece of homework tomorrow, or stop doodling in pages of all of my exercise books and then tearing them out to evade my mother’s detection. I still have no idea why she bothered checking my homework: I never even jot them down in the first place. The worst that could happen was getting caned on the hand or being made to stand on chairs. I think those were means of trying to make me learn my lessons through pain and humiliation…yeah…I don’t think it worked.

As I’m typing this, I realise the importance of commitment in creating a life that I want. After my undergraduate degree, I lost sight of what I knew was the most important thing in life: to move forward continuously, even if it was just a little at a time. I can only guess that the effects of chasing after the life on the fast lane are taking its toll. I want things and I want them fast. I forgot that I’d have to take the first step in order to reach my goal, and that it would take a lot of hard work, patience, persistence, sacrifice, and with luck, some good luck and opportunity.

I probably signed up for this challenge rather impulsively, as with many decisions I made in my life. But I do love to write, and I want to remember how it feels to write something that is not related to work or formalities, and rediscover the meaning of ‘little by little’.

So, this is day one for me! Let’s hope I have something to write in the next twenty-four hours.