Meta analysis of personal google docs archive; a summary for future self on how my writing has developed over the years:
- There were more dramatically juvenile writings than I think of when casually reflecting on my past writing ability.
- When I casually reflect on my past writing ability, I am generally aware that these existed, as I have been careful not to erase the parts of my expressive history that embarrass me the most. But reviewing the actual documents renews this awareness.
- The embarrassing writing styles burn most significantly in my head, and as time goes by I tend to let the fact of their existence recede into mere fact; it dies and I forget the devils in the details.
- I also tend to focus on the fact that I had some perfectly great ideas and writings, which I still am all about.
- When I think and write today, I notice that, probably through a combination of learning to take better mental care of myself and through learning how to be a better writer through out the years, I have cultivated the ability to ignore invasive bridging thoughts. A person who more naturally struggles to connect ideas but can more clearly state what they think at any given time would benefit from cultivating more associative thinking habits. They are an inversion of myself. Today, I still constantly struggle with the desire to link what I’m thinking or writing to everything the phrases I’m producing link to or reference. But I possess the metacognitive skill to recognize, separate, assess, prioritize, and filter bridging or associative thoughts. I think I am better now at letting go of ideas in favor of completing a paragraph or cohering a thought.
- I wonder if my compulsion to keep all of these records of my old selfs around is linked to my messy thought habits.
- I imagine a personal world in which I’ve burned away my old files to be lighter than my present situation with its nagging memory spaces and associated sorting tasks. I imagine that clearing out old files would somehow allow me to move on with my new writing more assuredly. I can feel my past writings. The desire to review them and salvage the good snippets has been stewing on the back burner for the past four years. Their material weight translates to anxiety in my daily life.
- I can’t just throw away my notebooks though. It would feel wrong. Like I had a valuable asset I threw away. A way of moving through my past; a gift from myself in the past to myself in the future. I like taking positive snippets. I like looking back on sunny pictures of smiling faces. I think I can remember the FACT that I was unhappy and trust myself as a fact, even if I lose the memories that prove it. They are too contingent on factors that were present in specific time-space-memory conjunctions and material nexuses that will never be accurately resurrected. They are valuable. All of these things exist.
- There were a lot of writings that are neither particularly interesting, particularly acceptable, or particularly unacceptable.
- My ability to make a judgment on my own work from six years or more ago feels more solid than ever before. Yet I am aware that I might possibly be making some concessions based on where I was at the time. If I sense I’m doing this, I put it in an archive like Tumblr here, and plan to reassess in the future. Eventually, I’d love to feel consistently confident in my writing. I’d like to know my future self probably won’t disapprove as frequently; I’d like it to be of superior utility to others. I don’t like writing that requires too much filtering and excusing. Of course writing is never perfect but I do know I’ve made progress.
- I have no reason to publish any of the writings I was proud of, or anything I write today, except on Facebook or for my personal archives. I remember making a purposeful social change in my writing style at some point. I decided the highest form of writing would be to write useful letters to specific people. Grants count. The more people the letters are useful to, the better. I feel confused about publishing in paper publications; I am only interested in publishing according to context; to answer a question.
I definitely used to run into problems because I would try to do more than just answer prompts. I would try to answer them and then add my own creations and syntheses. But there wasn’t time or space within the document constraint criteria, so I would try to shove everything in in a really messy way. Since my teen and younger adult years, I’ve gotten better at compartmentalizing where I put my processing-and-integration writing and where I communicate and try out ideas socially so that they don’t make outrageous or unacceptably extraneous appearances in formal documents.
- There are things I was writing in 2010 that are more coherent and wise than things I was writing between 2012-2014. This correlates with my levels of insanity between 2012-2014 and how much I did not want to be in college at the time. I am trying to banish the “what ifs” that this inspires. Useless: “what if I had taken a break when I wanted to?” “what if I had transferred to a better school for me when I tried to?” “what if I had taken the honors program more seriously?” “what if I had transferred out of the arts college and into arts & sciences college like I wanted to instead of listening to the people who exclaimed ‘but people transfer TO the visual and performing arts college, not OUT of it!” I have tried to make this past useful. I have tried to learn something from it. Learn how to somehow avoid getting trapped in a situation like that ever again. Two interpretations I have been operating with for the past four years, knowing they work but are not sufficient: 1) I should have somehow known what I was doing and what I wanted my work to look like after college. 2) I should have not been in college. Possible conclusions that render paradoxical, stagnant, and possibly impossible working models: 1) I should only do things if I know every single aspect of what I am getting into and what will arise. 2) Despite loving writing, reading, editing, and learning voraciously, despite secretly wanting to be media studies and/ or writing teacher since 2013, and despite desperately desiring to be surrounded by other people who love these things, the academy is not the place to be. Conclusions that are possible and if true render desirable, progressive working models: 1) I can never know enough about what any given moments or series of tasks and environments will give rise to, so I should just move forward imperfectly and take the risk of living “wrong” again incase it turns out to be better than the present. 2) Despite not having taken various possibly better paths in the past and therefore never proving for sure whether they would have worked or not, I can trust that, after four years outside of the academy, four or more years to assess and integrate the past, I am now far more capable of being responsible and purposeful with my life choices. I know what I want and I want it because I have a better idea of all of the elements that need to go in to the formulation of life pursuit goals for myself, personally. 3) I am currently in the process of making the types of choices I wish I had made in 2011.