Looking out the window, I see the last few rays of sunlight that glare through the swaying pine trees. The light, although painful to look at, is dazzling. While the sun falls lower into the horizon, I look down to my computer screen. “Last edit made 1 hour ago,” it reads at the top of the screen, and the document is completely blank. I’ve been dreading writing this essay, the first real essay I’m writing in High School, and I’m treating it like every other writing assignment. I’m pushed up against the deadline, like I always am,but I don't find it to be any easier for me to start writing this assignment. While I sit here and think about writing this essay, I feel something building up ink the back of my brain. I wait for a long time, and write nothing until I realize that what has building, is a wall. This wall, MY wall, is made of an overwhelming number of emotions, so I can not longer focus on anything else. Soon I taste salt
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I ask myself this question everytime I hit this wall, and I always come back to one thing: procrastination. I put things off because I dread this feeling, being overwhelmed and unsure of what to do. So I avoid what causes this feeling, which is writing. There is really only one reason why writing causes such a huge emotional response, the most important being that I don’t know where to start. By this I mean I literally don’t know what to write at all. First, I can’t always organize my thoughts very clearly sometimes, even my outlines are messy and unorganized because I have trouble choosing the best points because there are so many thing I can write about. It feels like being in a hurricane and trying to catch small pieces of paper as they fly around you, it’s almost impossible. On top of this, I am thinking about who else is going to read this writing, and what will they think of it? This only adds pressure for me to write better and makes me doubt my ability to express my thoughts in a way that they can be
I ask myself this question everytime I hit this wall, and I always come back to one thing: procrastination. I put things off because I dread this feeling, being overwhelmed and unsure of what to do. So I avoid what causes this feeling, which is writing. There is really only one reason why writing causes such a huge emotional response, the most important being that I don’t know where to start. By this I mean I literally don’t know what to write at all. First, I can’t always organize my thoughts very clearly sometimes, even my outlines are messy and unorganized because I have trouble choosing the best points because there are so many thing I can write about. It feels like being in a hurricane and trying to catch small pieces of paper as they fly around you, it’s almost impossible. On top of this, I am thinking about who else is going to read this writing, and what will they think of it? This only adds pressure for me to write better and makes me doubt my ability to express my thoughts in a way that they can be