I wrote and wrote and wrote ✍️
I thought interests had to be specific
like chunky socks or
cross country skiing or
baking cakes
that look like
everyday objects.But a vessel
that holds
it all together;
the magnificent
and mundane—that medium, too,
is momentous.
My words don’t have to
pursue one interest;
they are interest itself.
I used to write constantly wondering what my interests were, trying to find my passions. All that time I was revealing to myself that writing was the interest all along.