I Write For Me

I Write for Me

Growing up, we didn’t have cell phones, computers, or anything else that would immediately get a message to someone. We had to call their house phone, hoping that they were home and that they answered. If they lived far away, we had to pay long-distance call fees so it had to be a short call. We wrote letters. Oh, the delight of getting a letter in the mail! It was fun to send and to receive letters. I wrote to pen pals, my grandmother (I admit it was not often enough), other relatives, and friends. I poured my heart out in letters. I wrote my stories in letters. I really enjoyed it. I still write to one of my aunts who writes back. She is “old school” so we rarely speak on the phone but the letters fly back and forth (when I reply). 

When email came along, it worked for me because it was a faster delivery of the letter. Now we have texting. That’s not the same. I missed writing and eventually I started this blog. I was “Just A Woman Trying” to get through life with a family, career, and everything else that life brings. I am still that woman who has continued to learn and share life’s lessons. 

Writing is my therapy. It has helped me through good times and bad times. Writing helps me work through problems, issues, situations, and projects. It gives me clarity and peace that I cannot find any other way.

I pour my heart and soul into my writing. I try to write things that help and teach others to not make the mistakes that I have made. I want my children to know me better, so I write.

There are a lot of subjects/topics that weren’t discussed when I was growing up and I write about them. I write about the things that I wish I had known about growing up, growing older, and life in general.

I am a much better writer than talker. Don’t get me wrong – I can talk (some would say I talk a lot) but the wise words flow when I am at a keyboard. When I speak, my message is not as clear.

I don’t know where this blog will take me but I know that I will continue to write.