Writing is like breathing

Writing is like breathing for me.

You can see that on my laptop.

Due to the amount of writing, the colour coating on the Enter button so worn that you can see the technology through the now transparent plastic: „I've never seen anything like it!“ someone recently marvelled when they saw my laptop... „I'm a writer,“ I replied. „Ah, so!“ (Author and too frugal to spend 300!!! euros to replace a single key).

I've been on Mallorca since yesterday and am on my first package holiday in decades. Well, it's not quite a package holiday. I booked a flight and looked for a small, old hotel because I didn't want to be accommodated in a castle of beds. And the choice was good.

It is small and refined. Quiet classical music emanates from the loudspeakers in the dining rooms, not pop music. And it's right on the beach. I went swimming in the sea this morning. In short: I feel at home

I told some friends that I wanted to write while I was on holiday. They were surprised: „Why do you want to write? Why don't you go on a proper holiday?“ In this case, proper means either doing nothing or an active holiday. But not writing, because that's how I earn my money.

I take advice from good friends seriously and have questioned myself: Is what I'm doing right?
Yesterday, during a long walk on the beach, I realised. For me, writing is like breathing. Breathing out.

I am a woman who takes in a lot. When I'm out and about with a good friend, I feel like I see 10 times more details than she does. I perceive things at lightning speed and then put them together. Sometimes I start laughing because I recognise the humour of a situation that others don't even notice. And when I build puzzles, I usually don't have to think about where a piece should go - I just see it.

I see (or read), combine, connect, put things in a new place.

My most important tool for inner sorting is writing. When I write, it sorts itself into new images, thoughts and concepts.

If I don't write because I don't have the time and space for it, then it gets stuck in me. Something wants to be organised, sorted, wants to find expression. Most of the time, my thoughts are still unsorted before I start writing. Writing clears my head, I can understand things better myself as I write them down for others.

I always want to inspire other people with what I have discovered. I'm currently reading a lot about the connection between play, lightness and creativity. It's forming new, helpful thoughts and concepts in me.

I will summarise some of them and include them in my Online annual training which I am currently working on. The other thoughts maybe in this blog.

The nice thing about laptops is that their battery runs out at some point.

That's a good limit: I write in the hotel garden until the laptop can no longer cope. Then I can spend the rest of the time on holiday „properly“.

I don't know what happens to the body if you only ever breathe in and never breathe out. You probably don't burst. But it's definitely not healthy

I need writing like breathing. The AUSatmen.c