Good word...today's prompt word is:
write
And to be honest I have to add an -ing apparently. I noticed this after I did my five minutes of straight typing.
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Ready....start.
I started writing a long, very long, time ago. No, not my ABC's and my name but actually writing as a release and as a therapeutic method of dealing with life. The writing got the attention of some teachers and when I was thirteen I won an aware by a bunch of snooty women. Then I put the writing down and decided I wasn't going to do it anymore. I mean I had bigger fish to fry like listening to my Nirvana CD's on repeat.
At one point in that time I thought I wanted to write again. I thought I wanted to be a journalist. No, not the anchor woman kind but the old school typewriter and note pad kind. Then I decided I couldn't possibly do that I had to do something different something a long the lines of "normal"....hmmm?
Writing faded from me until I felt myself falling into an uncontrollable sadness. I lost my "Mammaw" (who would have been 81 this weekend had she not been taken to glory) abruptly. I was hurt. My heart really hurt for the first time in my life. It was a pain I couldn't explain. I had things to tell her! I had things to ask her! I had conversations that needed to occur.
Now they were gone. The chances vanished.
A few weeks after her passing I was sitting in my apartment alone and I grabbed a pen and a notebook. I started writing....just letting it flow out of me like a bleeding heart. You couldn't stop the words.
I wrote very personal, intimate words to her. I shared with her things no one knew about me and my hopes and my fears.
And the writing re entered my life.
They say we shouldn't look back only forward. I wish I would have went somewhere different with my career choice and stuck to the guns of that 14 year old girl. But I didn't. God didn't plan on me to do that either.
When a door closes and window appears that is often times unlocked.
I found the blogging world.
Maybe I didn't go forward with what I really wanted to do but maybe the Maker showed me I could still do what I loved on a different level....and minus any pay (kinda funny considering the teaches of Jesus and that money is nothing....it isn't but man it would help out a little!)
Stop my 5 minutes are up.
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Oh my...I've found the soothing power of writing as well. Those times in life when you've got nobody to talk to and nowhere to go, expect to a pen and paper...I've been there too. What a wonderful post! Such a sad way to have writing reenter your life...but I'm glad it has. It's clear you have a need to write!!
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