Why I write.

Some people like to write because they're good at it, they tell delightful stories and draw others into their lives with clever words. Some people like to write because its therapeutic- journaling their thoughts, emotions, activities helps them discover themselves in a new way and leave hurt in the past. Me?

I like to write not because I'm terribly talented, though I can appreciate the gift in others, not because it's cheaper than a shrink, not to convert others to my personal political skew...I write because somewhere in the middle of busy days turning into busy nights and sorting whites and colors and the day in-day out of life that can suck every ounce of vitality from you (if you let it) I want my life to say something. I want my perspective, thoughts to be documented and to speak. So someday I won't be known as the girl who vaccuumed, or the one who whizzes past you on the freeway...but the one who took time (ok maybe not every day, ummm...once a week??) to stop the merry-go-round of life and grab at some of the scattered thoughts and share them. Even if it speaks only to a few...as long as those words are mine.

What exactly do I want my life to say? That's another question all together. I really think it's an evolving story. Hopefully one that has more triumphs than tragedies and that speaks of growth and reality. And I wouldn't mind a little, "Dang not only was that broad hot, she sure was rich!" Kidding. Ok. Not Kidding...Dreaming.