Today in my writing class, we had to do a ‘spontaneous combustion’ exercise. Basically, we had to write on a whim for two hours. All my professor gave us was a title and two lines; the first and the last.
At the end of the class, I wasn’t that happy with what I had written, but I was happy with how I handled the situation. I managed to somewhat finish a story in the spur of the moment and I was confident in myself while doing it. This time last year, I would have been a lot more anxious about the task. Today I was focused and I had faith in myself. I definitely feel as if I’ve accomplished something.