Writing can be Therapeutic

 
It started when I read the book “Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson”. Her poems were so beautiful, so simple yet so deep. It looked so simple that I decided to try to write poems. That was it. At the age of 14 I started writing poems. I found the many ways of writing poems, explored the topics I could write on and soon I fell in love with writing. Over the years I started exploring casual writing. I started writing about my various experiences, my random thoughts and everything under the sun that took my interest. Unfortunately, I did not publish all of them. My MS word was my best friend for writing and making me feel light. Today, I openly write in a public forum. Every time I write, i feel free. I feel like I’ve been heard. I feel at peace with myself. My every sad emotion, every heart breaking and maddening experience, thoughts, feelings, words and what not, from my life is out there. Today I am a Psychology student. But even before I knew about Psychology, I knew about a form of therapy – WRITING! Today, I realize entirely the therapeutic importance of writing. It’s been so long since I last wrote. I realized there are so many unsaid things. So much I haven’t spoken about. So many things that’s drifted into my unconscious. It’s like unfinished business. So much of silence that these days, noise does not even stop to linger anymore in my life. Right now, as I’m typing, the thoughts are just flowing, the feelings are surfacing and relief is what I feel. I never realized how much I’ve missed writing, how much of therapy I have lost, how many issues I could have dealt with so long back.
 
You may be wondering what has all of this got to do with writing being therapeutic?
Every time I write , I feel like 1) I experience freedom
2) I’m able to think so much more clearly and bring clarity to myself
3) Unconscious thoughts rise and make me aware of my hidden emotions as well.
4) Some answers to unanswered question come out.
5) The pain in my heart starts to ease.
6) New perspectives I’m able to see.
7) I feel heard and comforted.
8) I’m able to free my mind of all unwanted sources.
 
There is so much more writing can do. One of the most important things it has done for me over the years is bring me HAPPINESS. It may not be therapeutic in the literal sense of the word. But nevertheless, it has an effect. It makes a difference. It has helped through the toughest of times and I’m forever grateful for discovering my love for writing.

Salsa the Master B’s way!!! ;)

Well after 3 weeks of HIP HOP which ended quiet DISASTROUSLY!!! 😦 I moved on now to SALSA!!! 😀 😀 finally , what i’ve been waiting for. I did try salsa twice before and it was kinda easy. But when my master did it… the only thing I did was let my jaw drop! 😦 My master , Balaji anna. I was all excited when he started off. But i have no clue why i found even the basic step tough to catch on. I don’t know if i just didn’t get it or i was too cautious of how i was dancing this particular dance???!!!But when my master started his moves….. i was like OMFG!!!!! His grace , that flair , the way he did the steps , everything…. EVERYTHING,was sooooooooooooo PERFECT!!!. It was wonderful to see. All i could do was just stare. From his hands to his hips and to the leg everything was just AWESOME!!! 😀 I immediately got a complete complex of ” I CAN NEVER DANCE LIKE HIM!!!” and became very cautious in my every move which made only things worse!!! 😦 The only thing that was running in my mind was ” How can anna dance like this?? so flawless and effortlessly??” He was a natural!!! I could only feel myself shrinking next to him instead of pucking up the courage to be bold and dance as well as he does. But yes!!! I have decided… if im gonna be PERFECT in SALSA , it’s going to be the MASTER B’s WAY!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 

My passion – A HEAVEN!!!??

Well i was kinda of mood off the whole day yesterday and it was time for my dance class. With the kind of MESS i was having in my mind , i prayed that i focus and dance well today as it was time for PERFECTION to take it’s place. I stood by the window , thinking random things. I did not notice my sir come in or tap his feet in order to get my attention. I only realised moment’s later that he was present in the room. I apologised sheepishly and the class began. He sensed something wrong in me but did not ask me until the end. My mind was not focused even when started off with the stretches. I was starting to worry that i would probably be screamed at any moment. But thankfully the moment we started to DANCE , things changed. My mind went clear, i was more happy and focused. It was strange but it happened. I wondered at THAT moment if it was the DANCE STUDIO that caused this change or DANCE ITSELF!!?? Whatever was the cause , being there was sure like being in HEAVEN!!! I was starting to wish the classes would be an hour longer!!! That’s how my dance and the studio make me feel.. ATTACHED , HAPPY AND HEAVEN!!!