So. The beginning of this blog. What am I doing here? I’m not entirely sure. That’s a great way to start a blog, huh? Maybe not so much.
I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I’m not sure what will go on this blog. I just want to write. Writing is my life, my passion. When I don’t write, I get grumpy and suffocated and things stop making sense. Writing is how I make sense of the world. Writing is how I make sense of my feelings. Writing isn’t a hobby for me, it’s a necessity. A need, one that runs as deep as water or food.
Writing forces me to slow down. To listen: to myself, to God. God is always right there when I write, nudging and whispering and inspiring. Writing with God is a beautiful, terrifying, wonderful thing. I never know where it’s going, where I’m going. It takes a lot of trust. It’s the most profound prayer I’ve ever experienced.
And now I want to share that. I want to write. I want to write for others. I want to be published. And I suppose this is the first step.