I write everything down. I record my thoughts, ideas, experiences, feelings, stuff I don’t like, and things I want to have/achieve. I started doing this in 2003, while in the 10th grade, and never stopped. I know why I started…which I’m not going to go into because it’s stupid, embarrassing, and bordered on the illegal…but I have no idea why I continued to keep these records.
One thing that has made itself very clear is that I’m not very materialistic and that almost everything I want aids my effort to create content for other people. The dollar value of these items also rarely ever grows past $10 000. That might seem like a huge number but realistically it isn’t and that comes from a person that works night shift in a grocery store. Though, the majority of the time my list is in the low thousands. It generally only grows when I need to upgrade things like computers, instruments, clothing, etc. Recently, I started paying for artwork for a comic. This also brings the value of the list up but even it exists 100% in the information cloud for other people to hopefully enjoy.
Everything I cherish could be worn on my body or stuffed in a suitcase…probably into a backpack if that’s all I had. Obviously, this list of materials doesn’t include travel but even travel could be done relatively cheap.
Why I write, however, is simple. It’s therapy. It gets ideas out of my head that I might otherwise try in real life. It helps me get a sense of self that I wouldn’t otherwise get without being able to stare at the entire picture.