You know. You sit at a keyboard waiting for the words to just jump out to you. But as I sit here listening to 90’s R&B, I’m just wondering, ‘What exactly do I want to talk about?” Everything. Like all of it. Well, most of it. Some things are better left off the internet. But as raw and uncut as it could possibly be. My love for writing came as an adolescent. I’ve always just had a way with words. I had always said that I wanted to be a writer one day. Well, I actually wanted to be a marine biologist….oh, and an English Teacher. 12th grade. I wanted that kid to know that I hold the future of your graduation in my hands, so you better do the work! Yeah….too much too soon? Let’s move on.
This journey begins because I had been told that I needed to find a hobby or a passion of some sorts. I felt like I had lost my identity once I got married in 2011. It was always putting the kids or his needs before mine. It has been a LONG time since I’ve thought about what really makes me happy. When I think about it, I honestly don’t really know what or how to feel. For me, this was just what I considered to be my reality. So that left me trying to figure out what I’m passionate about. Writing. Expression. The power of the tongue in physical form. So here I am, rambling. Trying to figure this out as I go. Have you ever been overwhelmed by thoughts that you can’t decide which idea to focus on first? That’s me right now.