How I thought this was the scariest thing I could do, I’ll never know!

I’m a talker and I’ve always loved words. I could never seem to get enough words out. My goal always seemed to be using as many words as I could to convey a true enough interpretation of what I wanted to communicate. Writing seemed to be limiting.

But, in the midst of a painful situation I was encouraged to write. It took me quite awhile to finally have the courage to sit down, and just simply start. So much came pouring out of me and  I quickly found out that it was nothing at all like I had imagined and in fact, I fell in love. Can you be in love with words? I’m not sure but it certainly feels that way to me. It’s a lot like doing a puzzle and getting just the right words in the right places to make the end result as beautifully ascetic and moving as possible.

Words.

Are.

Everywhere.

And they matter.

A lot.

They’re so very very powerful.

To move someone,

to hurt someone,

to inspire someone,

so much more…

Words set the course of emotions throughout our day whether we want to admit that or not.

So, I write now…

…mostly when I’m feeling any type of strong emotion. It’s almost as though emotion is the release valve for my words or stories that are continually floating around inside my head.

And I’m not exactly sure how this all goes but very typical of this girl,  is that, in true form, it’ll probably be…

always unfinished