My Gift
“Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.” — Elizabeth Bibesco
I love life with all its crises, disappointments, and triumphs. I long to live my life to the fullest, experiencing every emotion a woman possesses. Every day is an adventure for me. Every person is a unique, exciting individual whom I want to explore in-depth and understand better.
Writing is a therapy for me. I have journals, many that include sequences in my life. When there were good times, sad times, and bad times, overcoming them was more comfortable having a handle on it.
A lot of my decisions have were made more accessible by writing them down on paper. It looks a lot clearer when you focus on one topic at a time. Otherwise, life becomes overwhelming when many decisions hit you all at once.
The pen becomes my safety net. I can let it all hang out and rid myself of many problems that would arise. It clears my head when I see the written word and view it all in a better light.
A lot of truth happens with pen in hand. Yes, sometimes, it becomes mightier than the sword. There are love letters and poison pen letters that I have written over the years, and it has helped soothe my insides of resentment and pain. I could shake it off and then move on.
There have been many experiences in my life, both sad and humorous, that I would like to share with other women. I won’t settle for less than the satisfactions that await an accomplished person. I don’t want any phase of my life to pass me by; I want to be a part of every exciting moment.
It is a prayer on paper, an expose′. I can cleanse my soul, bare my burdens, and not let anyone be the wiser.
My pen flies over the paper, composed of all my thoughts while in a relaxed state. I’m overlooking the ocean or dreaming about what it feels like by the sea. I feel so fulfilled once I can read what I have written and know that my words may mean something someday to someone.
I yearn to convey all my inner thoughts and feelings to others so they, too, can know who I am. I see myself as a highly emotional and sensitive person and find that I am living life to the fullest when I share.
Like most people, I want to be someone who has made her mark in the world by taking my talents to the next level. I wish to attain the status of a professional writer and not a dilettante. I hope to nourish my life and foster my creative urges by realizing my potential. I prize this gift from God and do not want to disappoint Him.
When I have reached the point of finishing a story or a poem, and with a red pen in hand, edit my manuscript, I can feel my shoulders relax, my confidence return, and my hopes reaching high above me.
It is an exhilarating feeling of accomplishment.