I will never learn to enjoy writing.
I don’t think that’s a bad thing, though. Writing is still something I can do, and should make more time for so that I can improve. That will be the new goal.
I have a weird, love/hate thing with writing. I like the finished product. I like editing, when I can see where things should be moved, or changed.
But mostly, for me, writing is a necessary task that annoys the piss out of me. It’s exhausting to do, it takes a lot of time – it’s just physically draining, like drawing blood. Wait, that’s too dramatic. Like the godawful elliptical machine at the gym that’s made for people bigger than me and requires so much effort for me to maneuver that rather than getting a good cardio workout, I just pull a hamstring and get pissed? See, that’s a terrible metaphor! I hate writing!
It’s actually more like flossing, or taking insulin (maybe not that important:), or releasing pressure before I explode. I have to do it, I need to realize that and just suck it up.
But I don’t need to “enjoy” it.
