Wow. How do I do this? It doesn't really matter. I suppose.
Do you know how much of a luxury...writing is? I sort of envy my friends who can write every day. It's not that it's them. It's me. It's almost impossible for me to say no. To anyone.
So I spend the majority of my day doing things for other people because it makes them happy. Kind of like Crakgenius does. And my sister, +Merrilyn Monroe . We do things for other people because it makes THEM happy. And by making them happy, WE are happy. Sort of. Well, that's super. Only it gets in the way.
That kind of thinking gets in the way of what I need to do. I'm happy. I'm happy to help others. It's the right thing to do. Right? But my soul is still empty. I have love. I have my children. My family. - long story. I have my health. What in GOD'S name do I have to complain about? Nothing. Only this. Writing is a luxury.
I NEED to write every day. I want to write every day. There is something about writing that fills my soul. It satisfies a hunger that no food can satisfy.
And I am very hungry. It has been days since I have written. I am starving . I need to spill it. A lot. I hope to soon. But until then, you should know that I watch the letters appear on my screen like magic. They aren't mine. They are ours. Like OUR words. Things WE need to say together. And I am hungry. Are you?