Writing is my life. Writing is the glue, the fuel, the bullshit feeler-outer, the most sure and steady way to clarity, to what is bubbling underneath the surface.
Writing is truth. It doesn’t let me lie — well it might let me hover in lies I tell myself, but it eventually yields to truth. Sometimes that truth allows me to jump up and down in excitement and sometimes that truth is like a baseball bat to the knees and a lot of “Holy fuck!” (just to be clear — holy fuck in my world works for extreme joy and its opposite feeling).
Writing is my most trusted confidante and companion and reminds me of why I’m alive and why I’m here and how I feel called to serve. Through me discovering my own truth of the highest truth through this medium of expression, I can easily see how others come to this same truth if they crave it. I’ve seen hundreds and hundreds of people release the pain of their lives through writing (specifically writing their “big” story). I’ve seen people get the a-has they need through the process of writing. I’ve seen how this powerful tool of self discovery shifts the lives of the humans I’ve worked with and how it does it over and over.
Writing is my number one go to (coupled with meditation) for staying centered and grounded. Even as I write this, I know this is it and what I am meant to do. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember and when I don’t do it regularly, I feel majorly out of whack.
i just freaking love writing and I know those of you reading this do too.
I invite you to answer the question for yourself, “What does writing mean to you?” How has writing shaped you and what does it do for you now?
Happy writing and happy everything!