A Love Letter to Writing

I recently shared a ‘break-up letter‘, where I broke up with writing. It was an example for a writing workshop with students at Kolding School of Design. Today we worked with love letters, and I quickly jotted one down while the students were also writing:

Dear writing,

I know I’ve been hard on you at times, I’ve been demanding and needy, entirely obnoxious, I’m sure, but it was always me, not you.

You never imposed any unreasonable expectation on me, I did that to myself, and I blamed you.

I sincerely hope we can find each other again, that we can mend the pieces, and keep on going, together.

There’s no way for me to hide my love for you. This is not a fling, we’re in this together, you and I, until we’re no longer around.

There is something about you that makes me feel more alive, more in love with life, more committed to the long, demanding task of staying on the move.

Let me share a secret with you: there are few things that scare me more than the thought of stopping, of resting on whatever imaginary laurels I have made for myself. Losing my curiosity is my worst nightmare.

You always insist on the movement, on the going, on staying open and curious, even in the hardest, most intimidating situations.

I don’t want to say I can’t live without you, that’s too much pressure to put on you, but I honestly can’t see a life for me without you in it.

I hope to see you again soon.