In all things.... I write.
When I am ..... I write.
Anymore writing has become my outlet, my release, my focus. It allows me to escape reality enough to purse my thoughts yet remain in reality enough where I can feel connected. Not everyone feels this way and many people have other different outlets. However anymore writing is my way of venting major things to myself, to God, to others and just putting it out all there on the page.
To say the past few weeks have been trying is an understatement and there will be more trying weeks to come. It is foretold and it is understood. Yet there is a peace within all of it. Yes, I have shed tears, fussed, complained, whined, self-pity, found peace, found hope, found joy, and found humanity, run the docket, you name it, but yet writing still is there.
One thing that I have always enjoyed is writing notes to people. Yes I am old school but I love a good old fashioned letter not just a card signed with your name (those are great) but a note inside the card or a letter is the best. You have more than a picture you have wording, handwriting (though however bad mine may appear at the moment) and a memory.
So journals, notes, blogs, songs, poems, I write.
Most do not see the light of day, most never will. It is a great way to get in touch with my real emotions and find a inner peace that I need. I don't know what your outlet is. For me is it writing for Andrew it is something different and for each one of you, your outlet is unique to you. Don't be fearful of needing an outlet. Find your own way of dealing with life's good, bad, interesting, annoying, upsetting circumstances. These circumstances will bring you to your knees with sadness and take you on the mountain of gladness let the circumstances be used by God to bring him glory whatever they are.
Anymore writing has become my outlet, my release, my focus. It allows me to escape reality enough to purse my thoughts yet remain in reality enough where I can feel connected. Not everyone feels this way and many people have other different outlets. However anymore writing is my way of venting major things to myself, to God, to others and just putting it out all there on the page.
To say the past few weeks have been trying is an understatement and there will be more trying weeks to come. It is foretold and it is understood. Yet there is a peace within all of it. Yes, I have shed tears, fussed, complained, whined, self-pity, found peace, found hope, found joy, and found humanity, run the docket, you name it, but yet writing still is there.
One thing that I have always enjoyed is writing notes to people. Yes I am old school but I love a good old fashioned letter not just a card signed with your name (those are great) but a note inside the card or a letter is the best. You have more than a picture you have wording, handwriting (though however bad mine may appear at the moment) and a memory.
So journals, notes, blogs, songs, poems, I write.
Most do not see the light of day, most never will. It is a great way to get in touch with my real emotions and find a inner peace that I need. I don't know what your outlet is. For me is it writing for Andrew it is something different and for each one of you, your outlet is unique to you. Don't be fearful of needing an outlet. Find your own way of dealing with life's good, bad, interesting, annoying, upsetting circumstances. These circumstances will bring you to your knees with sadness and take you on the mountain of gladness let the circumstances be used by God to bring him glory whatever they are.
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