It’s okay to pain. It’s okay to have a bad day or week. You might even need more time than that. I don’t know what you’re specifically going through. All I can write is what I know. I can only speak the truth that’s burning within me. I may know some truths, but I am learning more and more every day. And, of course, the more I learn the more I realize I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s quite funny, actually. I amuse myself.
There’s something about looking at a blank paper and filling it with words. Writing has been my outlet since I was fourteen years old. I started writing angry poetry. 2-Pac inspired me. My brother loves him! I remember our cousin bought him A Rose That Grew From Concrete. I read it and said to myself, “Wow, I can do that? I can do that!”
I’ve been writing for fifteen years, almost half my life. I have several journals. I always get a bit overwhelmed when I open a fresh book, wondering what I’ll write about. Wondering what will unfold in my life.
When I get to the middle, I’m antsy. Desperate to finish what I’ve started. When I near the end I am overcome with joy! I tend to procrastinate so when I actually finish something I have a little party in my head.
Sharing my thoughts with you isn’t easy for me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care what people think. I do. I try not to care, but when you’re sharing a true part of yourself there’s a vulnerability that comes with it. I am learning to accept and embrace it.