Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on writer.
There was always a need.
Always a way for me to speak my mind without being told what to do and what to think.
Always a way to talk about my emotions and what I was thinking.
And most of it was filled with wants and my future.
Wants of the future.
Leaving where I was and who I was with.
Leaving it all behind.
And then, I found you all and I found peace.
I found a way to accept them.
I found a way to heal.
And so now, I write about my healing.
I write about where I am today.
I write about our joys and I write about our misery.
I write about our love and our struggles.
I write about little, I write about them.
I do it late at night, or early in the morning.
I do it when life is quiet and I am able to think and breathe through my week.
I do it for you, for your memories.
I do it so you know what you have changed in me. I do it for our love.
I don't consider myself a writer.
I don't think what I do carries with it that much weight.
I do it for me, and I love sharing it with all of you.
Stopping over from Five Minute Friday.
I giggled a little when you wrote that you don't consider yourself a writer, because a) man, you have quite an archive for someone who is not a writer and b) your post is beautifully written for something whipped up in 5 minutes. You are a writer. Accept it 😉