I opened up a document and wrote for the first time in about 2 months.
It’s just a page.
It’s probably a really bad page.
But I wrote it. My words, my thoughts, my feelings. My soul is poured out on that page, and in doing it I feel more alive than I have in weeks. I don’t know what it is about letting the words seep through my fingertips and onto the keyboard, but it unlocks a spring of vigor inside of my heart. It’s completely ridiculous, but I almost feel like I could fly.
Absolutely nothing has changed about my life, circumstances, or self since I wrote that page, but I feel like a whole new person with a completely new existence.
Something about this is powerful, and I’m meant to do this. I don’t know how it will be used, but I have been created to create.
What a beautiful thought.. I won’t ask what you wrote, ‘though I’m awfully curious!