begin again

I love words. I’m a fan of the English language. It has so many rules and then those rules are broken incessantly. I thrill in finding mistakes in professional spaces. I’ll tell a server when there’s a mistake on a menu. I sent my surgeon his post-op care instructions back after I had edited them for inconsistencies. I like order in my information. I assume others do, too.

Beyond a love of language, I find that communicating the words is essential. Some people can sit by and let the world spin. I cannot. I need to articulate what I see and feel. I journal. I compose mini musings on scraps of paper. I can’t draw, I remember details better once I’ve written them down.

I sometimes get feelings clogged within myself. When this happens, my only relief is to write. I’ve always feared writing publicly because sometimes my truth is ugly and unpolished. I don’t want to embarrass anyone I love- or that loves me. Now, I find myself in a space where if I don’t release the words, I might drown or suffocate. I have to set them free. So that’s what this blog is about. It’s my play-space and work-space. Please join me as I write about my life and my world. It is common. It is average. It is real. Welcome.

I love words. Words swirl and dance around in my head. I have many deep thoughts. Some thoughts plague me. In order to release them, I have to assign the words. Once the words are strung together, I feel free again.

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