Part of why i blog is the discovery involved.
Not of necessarily outside facts, but rather little nuances or snippets of myself that I learn as I explore when prompted or led.
How much I love to just write was discovered as a part of a creative English class in late high school, in a journal assignment for the semester that we could set up any way we wanted. The only parameter: to write in it 5 days a week.
Mine was a creative experiment, to put it lightly.
Cut outs of images and quotes that caught my eye and my heart.
Tear stained youthful drama written down to release the inner anguish of the moment.
Song lyrics that express what I could not, yet felt I could have written.
My life, in tumblr format, long before it came to be!
Needless to say, my teacher was fascinated by my visual creativity, and encouraged me to keep writing to release not only my emotions and creativity, but to allow the gift of communication to grow.
This blog, and its expression for all its ragged, unshaped, naked earnestness, is my untold story.
Finally being birthed.
It is never too late to create.