I love Writing.
It holds purpose. It provides direction and without it, I am lost.
Through words I can express emotions, tell stories and reveal a little of myself.
I love Writing.
It is a major part of my life, trumped by family and friends only, but like many relationships, there are occasions when we fall out, fail to connect, or are ripped apart against our will.
I love Writing.
Following a recent personal loss, Writing and I hit a rocky patch. We fell out. Despite the whirlwind of words spiralling around my head, I had no desire to set them free. It shocked me to realise I wanted to internalise my thoughts and emotions.
Writing and I ignored each other. The notebooks remained cast aside, untouched and unloved. I couldn’t look at them.
I was too sad.
So what convinced me to give Writing another go? Who made me realise some relationships are meant to be? What persuaded me to ease out the BIG chair, pick up the purple pen and settle down? It was the gentle encouragement and the unswerving support and faith of my family and friends; my Top Trumps. Their love, understanding and confidence in our match, brought Writing and me together again and it’s a good feeling.
It’s a great feeling.
I love writing.
We are beginning our new journey with two small words of great magnitude: Thank you.
Laura x
