And that leads me to my love of writing; which leads me to my love of blogging.
Writing and creating and sharing all my thoughts and experiences with you all.
The love of writing everything down and being able to go back to it by date and reliving my moments brings me such joy and a sense of accomplishment.
Writing gives me time for reflections; whether it was happiness, sadness, regret.
It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I was able to record everything and learn from that and be able to move forward and correct myself and evolve and grow even stronger as a person and learn what I was doing right and what I was doing wrong and clearly what wasn’t working and also realize how stupid I sometimes can be without even realizing it until I re-read it.
Writing is my escape and my reality.
It’s my haven it’s my salvation.
It’s my therapy and my friend.
It’s my companion.
It’s my confession.
Even if I don’t have millions of readers; if I have just a few who come to me and say they love reading it; it makes me feel damn proud.
“Let yourself be drawn silently by the strange pull of what you really love; it will not lead you astray.”
And this is what I love.