I write to tell of the things I see. But I am subtle about it. I won’t come straight out and say what I see. I want the reader to see what they see, not what I tell them to see.
I write with a loose hand, knowing that when I let my words go, they are no longer mine, hoping that people will take from them what they need.
I write to record my version of the story, which will not be like any other person’s version because no one else has my eyes or ears.
I like when I have written something that resonates with others.
I don’t talk much so it seems I have to write.
I will probably never write in any professional capacity, though sometimes I dream of writing a book (but what would I write about?)
I got away from writing on my blog when I started hanging around on Facebook. Then I started to feel like maybe I didn’t have much to say after all. And when I tried to think about writing on my blog, I started to imagine how goobery I might sound to people from my real life. I feel like I have found my tribe in those of you who still read my blog, like I have found a group of people with whom I share common traits and a common need, which is to write. Online tribes are very special and I am grateful for the sense of community.
I am learning that I worry far too much about what other people think about what I am doing or saying. I am learning that it is okay for me to see what I see and feel what I feel. But It’s a long slow process.
It seems I still have quite a lot of work to do. . .