Monday, August 9, 2010
Then I discovered the blog world. The blog world allows me to write and interact with others at the same time. Perfect! So I type out my babble and hit publish. I do it again. Some posts just stink. Some I feel maybe-kinda-good about. I write about life, and faith, and family. I take little time to tweak and perfect--I just spew my thoughts through my fingers instead of my mouth.
And, what do you know? I really like to write. I might love it. I think I might even be starting to need it. Throughout today, my thoughts were many and spinning and jumbled. I noticed in the midst of mind-spin a yearn to write. To let the words bring clarity to my thoughts. To process externally, as I say. It started small, hardly recognizable. As I gave the yearning some attention, I found myself looking for an opportunity to sit and let words flow onto the screen.
Finally, after a day of meetings and kid-stuff and grocery shopping, I get my chance to sit. And I write. About writing. Funny.
And while I'm a long way from calling myself a writer, I am acquainting myself with the side of me that likes to put words to paper and screen. And the way I feel doing it. It's good. It's an everyday gift worth celebrating--so I join once again with emily at chatting at the sky and unwrap along with the other gift-noticers there.
And to the real writers out there: thanks for letting me be a part of your super cool world. I want to be you when I grow up.