Many of my friends know I have a distaste for the word self-care. It could be because it only pertains to those of us privileged enough to partake in it, or it could be because I have a vivid imagination and picture random people taking bubble baths and get grossed out.  

But what doesn’t gross me out is doing research about topics that help people. Journaling as self-care counts.

Although I touched on a little bit of my mental health here, I didn’t mention how much keeping a journal helped me during a rough time.

How’s this quarantine going for you? 

Yes, as an introverted writer (love being alone, yet, talkative when I’m out), I’m secretly loving this, while despairing what I see in the news.

I’m sure my personal joy has a lot has to do with me starting this new project and feeling motivated. Now I n focus on it full-time without splitting my time with working, running errands, mindlessly walking through shops, seeing people, or taking showers.

But even before the earth went into isolation, online creative writing classes were growing in popularity. 

I’m flighty. I don’t mind it. I’ve learned to tame my mouth a bit better, but believe me, my mind is a dumpster fire.

Not all writers or creatives are like this. I’ve seen tons of websites and blogs and Facebook posts from writers who have things organized on index cards or have a whole wall laid out for their book like they’re hunting a serial killer.