Writing as a Means of Learning & Memory

June 24, 2022

Welcome to the second page of my new personal newsletter I’m writing called “The Zag” 🤫 (which is maybe one of the best ways to describe my crazy story).

What you can expect:

• Open dialogue with an open mind.

• I have a wild story to tell you if you're ready to hear it. My life.

• Reluctantly relentlessly authentic.

• Life | Opinion, Adventure, Culture, Ethics, Empathy | Transparent.

• 100%.

Reading is optional. Growth is voluntary. sacred Empathy is our opportunity.

Full stories will be shared behind secure paywalls for those I know I can trust.

Stay beautiful.

Check into the last edition below:

Writing as a Means of Therapy.

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Writing as a Means of Learning & Memory

No matter where I go, no matter how long I stay, I inevitably find myself sitting down somewhere by myself to write some words on a page.

Whether I’m sitting in a chair listening to someone speak on stage or I’m sitting by a ritzy pool at a fancy hotel I couldn’t afford to get into but somehow managed to sneak inside, I write.

From bus terminals to train stations, to sketchy, slippery subway handrails to double-deck bus routes for hours at a time, I write to pass this time.

My mind is always on. My mind is always GO!

Writing helps me slow.

Slow DOWN.

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slow

waaaayyyy

down

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Which is nice, not just for me but for many people I’m around.

I can be much. I mean, I can really be a bit much at times. I can think and think and think some more while all in my flurry I’m talked up a storm.

Writing is a safer space, a place with which I hope to never leave a wound like I’m sure I do in real life.

Remorse.

A strong word I do not know much about - technically - but have found myself feel intensely.

… with thorns comes roses. …