For as long as I can remember, I loved to write. Not in a I’m-going-to-be-a-famous-novelist kind of way. More so that I’m comfortable with written word over spoken words. Yea, I’m a bit awkward.
I also think too much and to get thoughts onto paper has a therapeutic quality for me. In this case a keyboard but I prefer pen and paper with my big, loopy, girly cursive penmanship. But over the years writing has turned to list making, note taking and dear Lord texting. A lost art for sure.
So here I am beyond mid-life putting myself out there in a whole new way. Part creative outlet. Part therapy session. A whole new chapter if you will. xo