Reminder to Myself...Writing

This past week I was reminded why I write. I write for myself. 

This hobby or therapeutic endeavor  has been with me since my late teens. I would be so pleased when I filled a journal and was able to go purchase another one. The newness of the cover, and the freshness of the pages filled me with pleasure. As I held the new journal, I knew what I wrote would be there for me. I could keep or destroy the journal, for it was mine and mine alone.  It was a friend that offered no judgement, opinion, or change of energy towards me. I could be Paloma, the journal providing a safe zone of sorts.

This enjoyment of writing comes from the voice that lays within me wanting to recount, remember, understand, enjoy, entertain, document, and laugh at my world, my past, and myself.  Some have reviewed my work and stated I write as I speak. So, be it. I think to myself. For I do not write for a grade, or a publisher, I write for the freedom of the act. So to the few, if any, readers of this blog. Take these past writing and the ones yet written with a grain of salt. See them for what they are, simple writings of a individual walking this earth.

I encourage you to grab a pen, pencil, or a keyboard and write. Create a blog, start a journal, write rebuttals, and the more you do this act of freedom, the more free you really will be. Effort, yes, rewards...many. As in life, as in your writing... Your best is good enough.

So, no worries, jump on in, the waters fine. 

Got paper, yet?