I talked to my mom this morning (I try to talk to my mom at least once a day, but life happens at times and it may go down to once a week, but we do text) and she told me something that has sat with me most of the day. I was recounting to her that people’s reactions to my blog and/or tweets surprises me. I don’t write things purposely to get people to read or pay any attention to me; I write because it is cathartic to me, it makes me happy and it gives me an avenue to voice all of those things that are in my head on a day-to-day basis. It amazes me that people are helped by what I write, that people take notice of little ol’ me. The gift of the pen is one that I have had since I was a kid. I can write papers, poetry, short stories, etc. without much effort at all on my part.
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