the one about something i love

I love writing. I used to journal all the time. Right now the time to sit down and let the words pour out through my hand onto paper seems rare. I miss it, so I've decided to make a big effort to at least blog more. I've been reading blogs for a long time and I've had a bunch. I go back and forth between how easy I want it to be to find me in real life based on what's online, so I end up closing them down after awhile. A lot of bloggers are going more and more to podcasts or vlogs which are just not the same to me. I guess that's the point, changing with the changing times. But I still think there's a solid place for blogs.

I learned how to read around the age of 4 or 5. I don't remember struggling to learn. I do remember how much I loved that it opened up the world to me in a way I had no idea existed. I could do anything because now I could just read the directions and warnings on labels. I could get lost in someone else's story. I could live in fantastic worlds or learn more about the real one I live in. I could read out loud to share with others or I could find a corner to curl up in and let myself be enveloped by a good book. Learning to read was learning the best kind of magic.

When I learned that I am good at writing, that I can paint a picture for someone else, I can explain my emotions, I fell even more in love with that than I had with leaning to read. I'm such an introvert and feel so awkward around people I don't know very well sometimes. I have such huge thought processes that for a long time it seemed like a waste to not explain how I arrived at a decision, but as I've gotten older I've learned that part doesn't matter to most people. When I can sit and write, I can go back and revise my words for clarity or realize easily that I'm sharing too much. I like having memories kept safely on paper for myself. I knew I would fail at baby books, so for both my boys, I wrote them letters about the first 12 months of their lives. I created email addresses for each of them that I send notes to now.

I love a good conversation and hearing someone's thought process. We all seem to have less and less time for this kind of thing. But maybe if I start writing again, people can comment and we can have mini conversations. I think that would be good.