I've always enjoyed writing while outside in nature. I have a specific memory associated with this. It was an oddly warm day during the fall time, my friends and I brought our work outside to the field by the language building. This sky has little to no clouds, which allows the sun to shine down on the field. I felt so productive while lying on my stomach and soaking up the sun rays. As I laid there, I felt gradually warmer and warmer. This made me think of the past summer, and what that felt like. I thought about trips to the beach where I could lay in the warm sun for hours. I don't remember what I wrote. But I remember I remember feeling so productive. I felt that I could write for hours and hours while lying there. I was so comfortable and content. The grass was warm and soft and felt like it was made for being laid on. It even felt a bit meditative and reduced a lot of my built up stress. I've always been a fan of writing, but this aspect of the experience added so much to my feeling towards the activity. In fact, I think and long for this feeling again, it inspires me to take my work outside whenever I can.
Even though the weather isn't as nice now, I still enjoy writing, reading a book or writing a bit when it's sunny, and the weather is bearable. I essentially like to do this when I'm struggling to focus on my work, as it's a good change of scenery and can limit distractions that are present indoors. Writing while outdoors inspires new thoughts and ideas, while connecting with nature's beauty and ever changing conditions, which offers a break from the monotony of indoor spaces. Being outside provides the chance to breathe a breath of fresh air and relax. It allows you to focus on the task at hand instead of all the other distractions associated with being inside. During my freshman year of college, I was a biomedical sciences major. For my biology class, we had to write an essay about a particular issue with a group of classmates. I don't remember what we wrote about. But it wasn't a topic I was highly interested in. We all decided to meet in person to write the essay together. We all split it into sections and worked independently for the duration of our meeting. I remember it being one of the most boring writing experiences. I was researching a topic I wasn't interested in and was also forced to write a detailed section of an essay about it. We were also sitting in one of the sitting areas of the chemistry building that faces the lot faces a large set of Windows. I remember looking out the windows at times, thinking about what I was going to do when I left this meeting. My writing from freshman year in comparison to now shows some humanistic traits. It shows how people naturally change and evolve over time. During my freshman year of college, I was very lost in regard to knowing what I wanted to do as a career. In addition to this, I wasn't sure what my interests were. However, since then, I found my calling in different topics and know what situations make me happy. This can be seen through the different tones of my writing. When I describe these experiences. The experience from freshman year was very bland and negative, which can be felt through my description of it. However, my description of the most recent experience it experience is more vibrant. Since it's about topics and experiences that were great to me.
