I often ask myself why I feel the need to write everyday. Journaling has always been my favorite thing to do even though it got me in trouble growing up, and in my married life. For years I would write things down and then burn or rip the page so no one else could read it. I now wish I had kept those pages. They were not bad things I wrote just honest feelings because when I wrote… I wrote the truth as “I” felt it. It took me some time to learn that my truth is not always everyone else’s truth.
In the new world of media it still amazes me that I can sit in my comfy chair with my pajamas on, or nothing at all ….. Write something… Hit the magical button and it shoots my words out to the universe!!!!. As much as I LOVE that concept,I still find myself picking up my pen ….that tubular thing that once upon a time ……long ago, someone invented it after a thought….of how amazing it would be to NOT have to dip a feather in ink every time you want to write ….but just pick up this tube looking thing and ink automatically came out of it !!!!
I love technology but as we progress through time we have lost the art of penmenship.
I know I go from one subject to another when I write but that’s how my thoughts work. Isn’t that how we all think? At the end of the day, I just enjoy doing what makes me feel good and I’m so happy to be in a place where I don’t care who reads what I have to say.
Chasing A Feeling 