This morning I woke up and started to think about writing.
More specifically, why I love to write…
I am very talkative so you would think I would run out of things to say, but that will never happen! ;)
I was given a journal by a family friend when my dad passed and it’s sort of been my coping mechanism since.
Bad day? Write
Good day? Write
Something funny? Something sad? Something dreamy? WRITE.
I don’t write for attention or for praise. I don’t write for anyone other than myself. There is something so cathartic about putting pen to paper (or in this case, fingers to keys ;) and letting everything pour out.
Yes, I am very talkative, but not a lot of people have seen me in the raw. Ya know – emotional, scared, vulnerable... I find a way to hide that side of me behind a velvet curtain (couldn’t resist the Wizard of Oz reference ;) and find it hard to truly let people see that side of me. For a long time I thought tears meant weakness and I could never let people think I was weak.
I also struggle to tell people how much I love/appreciate/care for them, and I find it easier to express when I write. Whether is be on my blog, their Facebook wall, or a birthday card, writing my emotions makes much more sense and is much easier to do.
So I write.