Pour l'amour de l'écriture / for the love of writing
I used to write poetry in high school the same way my friends used to doodle the names of their crushes all over their binders (not that I skipped doing that too...but!) I would write. All the time. I had thought of going into journalism then realized I had no interest in writing about the daily disasters that were going on. I loved writing or talking about people I knew, people I had met, people that inspired me. Letting the world know about their stories - everyone has a one to tell. And the ones that refuse to share theirs are the ones that are the most interesting.... I love knowing how people became the way they are, what were the incidents that shaped their lives, what environment were they forced to live in, what was the determining factor in their life that made them who they are today.
I'm not sure at what point that I stopped writing. But I did. And today I am determined to get back into it, one post at a time. I might not always have too much to say, but please bare with me I am a little rusty and I hope to only get better with time.
so now it is my turn to tell you; what part of yourself have you left behind, what have you stopped doing that made you who you are today. I dare you to get back into it, or at least think about it. You owe it to yourself.
thats all for now.
nounou
Marie... you are an especially fabulous individual and as you mentioned on my blog... I am blessed to have you in my life. Despite the distance I love that we can relate and still continue to have such a great friendship! You are truly one of a kind and hope we stay close forever!
ReplyDeleteIm so happy to see you getting back to another facet of your beautiful creativity!... carry on my friend!
Jtaime gros xoxox