Lessons Learned In My Writing

I set aside 30 minutes every night before I go to sleep. Aside from combing my hair, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, I spend these precious minutes to write. I read from a science magazine that you're more creative at night than any other time of the day.
In my animal fuzzy socks and favorite pajamas, I pull out my writing utensils from under my bed. My mechanical pencil and journal take its form as a sharp sword and glistening armor as I charge toward the land of Nirvana. In this idealistic land, anything and everything can happen as long as there is enough .7 lead in the pencil barrel. By the use of letters, words, and sentences, Little Red Riding Hood could have befriended the big bad wolf, and Goldilocks could have never fallen asleep. A simple letter can change a word. A simple sentence can change a mood. A simple essay can grant admission to your dream high school. This spontaneity, this freedom in writing magnetizes me towards it each and every day. With writing, I can take myself into a utopia where I can escape. The weight of maintaining academics, completing deadlines, and taking in loads of pressure from others dissipate as the graphite crumbles onto the page beneath my hand. Writing about these tensions soothes my spirit; composing new thoughts enriches it. I will forever be grateful for discovering the beauty of
The trickling of sweat as I finished my first 5K, the small but unfamiliar rumble beneath my feet during one of Delaware's unheard-of earthquakes, the spotlight that shone on the contestants at my spelling bee. The use of writing has allowed me to grow and to cope with stressful dilemmas. It has guided me in the past, and I am convinced that it will guide me in the future as well. Just as I create solutions for characters in my stories, I envision solutions to my own issues as if I was writing. It has grown into who I am