I am amazed that so many of you took the time to read my first post. Not only did you read it, you responded to it.
Giving me caring advice and the motivation to keep moving forward and well… that means more to me then you will ever know.
See the thing is I write because it is the only way I can make sense of the relentless and unruly thoughts in my head. Some people would call it insanity, some anxiety. Certain individuals would call it brilliance, and others typical.
Call it whatever you would like,
I just call it me.
The infinite thoughts and boundless dreams that swirl around in my head is like trying to find my way through a large maze every day; habitually confusing, and irksomely dogged.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
That is why I write.
Writing is like taking a huge vacuum and sticking it into a profound part of your being that no one else can understand or reach.
That vacuum, a pen, allows you to suck to the surface emotions, feelings, and regrets and create out of it something tangible.
This apparatus, this tool allows you to reach farther than you ever could on your own. Allowing you find things, nestled in the crevices or buried underneath the couch that you never knew were there.
Yes, most of what you pull out from the vacuum in the end is unpolished dirt, and dust. But sometimes you find something bright like a penny, or special like that graduation ring you lost ten years ago that you assumed was gone forever.
It reminds that you that every day you have to take a little time and make the effort to dig through the shit (excuse my lack of a better word) to find with any luck something of value and beauty.
But you have to take time to see. Good or bad, that vacuum, well its cleansing. Everyday my fingers typing across keyboard, is freeing it allows me to reset. To be reborn.
To think that so many want to read what I have to say.
Confounds me.
You often can feel so small, so alone. You forget that there are others out there who want so badly to connect with something, to connect with you. What more in life can you hope for then to have someone hear what you have to say and be moved by it in some way.
So in the end, I hope you enjoy what I write. I hope it invokes something in you, whether you love it or hate it I just want you to feel.
My reasons for this blog are truly not to impress anyone, but to just be genuinely me.