business writing is the death of whatever writing skills i had.

as much as i love my job and how dynamic it is, my biggest complaint (minus the long hours) is the fact that whatever writing skills i had is no longer that great.  i used to have time to read and write poems.  i could spend countless hours palying with prose and verses.  my biggest asset in communication, i think, is being able to express my feelings and thoughts, as long as they came from the heart.  i do make the mistake, sometimes, of voicing those when they aren’t necessarily warranted nor wanted, however, it’s also been from the heart.  rhetoric has never been my strong suit.  whatever confidence i had in it, i now somewhat lack.  my written communication is reports has been hackneyed at best.  the more formal and to the point my professional communication has become has seduced whatever is left in me.  i think it’s time to get back into that shift.  after all, wasn’t that a new year’s resolution of mine?  get back to a craft.  i’ve always been drawn to the arts.  i love beautiful, exquisite writing.  it’s so exciting.  i love music.  i have long ago given up on my music abilities.  i used to play piano and clarinet very well, however, my lack of ambition (aka practicing) eventually lead me to go from a favorite amongst my teachers to someone they gave up on.  i also really love and miss painting and charcoaling.  i could spend hours sketching.  i don’t do that anymore and it makes me sad.  ok well, i guess if i want to get back into it, i should begin practicing again.  off to the writing notebooks, sketch notebooks, etc.