Today, I wrote.
Life gets in the way of writing. Screaming children, crying children, hungry children, inquisitive children. They get in the way of writing.
Text messages, meetings, phone calls. These things get in the way of writing.
Insurance claims and dentist appointments and oil changes and grocery runs get in the way of writing.
Also, the risk. What will people say?
There are so many excuses to not write.
But there are so many other reasons to write.
Legacy. Those screaming, crying, hungry, inquisitive things might want to know what these days felt like as a mom.
Impact. If I could get my thoughts straight, there’s a slim chance I could do some good in this world with my words.
Creativity. Because when practiced, it multiplies. And heaven knows I could use a little bit more of that.
Why do you think it’s important to write?
Writing letters is an art form of the past that will be truly missed. Who doesn’t have old love letters from their Grandparents’ courting days….or that shoe box of triangle folded notes that were passed amongst the lockers in the hallway…those days will be missed and quickly forgotten as the tidal wave of digital writing continuously compounds leaving old writing lost in the archives.
Writing is my download, my soap box, my sanity keeper. I guess it’s also a journal of sorts.
Other bloggers make my life feel normal when I read their blogs. Their stories of letdowns, triumphs, silliness, and the regular day-to-day “stuff” isn’t the usual perfect facebook life I get from, well, Facebook.
I miss your old blog, Pink. What was it called again? It feels like a million years ago.
writing feels important because it forces clarity/hones purpose. we can’t effectively write without observation and that generally increases our intentionality.
as a reader, i feel particularly grateful for writers 🙂