I Write To Turn Inside Out

I have nothing to go on this evening, but the desire to create a page of words and to perhaps select a photo or two to accompany it.

My fingers are ready, part of me is willing and time will tell what else joins in to achieve a post that won't be totally useless. But then, when I'm putting down words, I'm expressing myself. Whenever a person expresses himself, he's acknowledging his existence and his need to share himself regardless of whether anyone else is interested or not.

It's when I'm feeling empty inside that I become vaguely alarmed by the whiteness of an empty piece of paper. During recent years, that seldom occurs. The practice of writing has opened up places within me and given me freedom to search those cave-like hiding places in my mind. Upon examining these places, I've worked through the clutter inside and organized it in an order I can cope with.

Do you ever start writing with a goal of finding out what's in or on your mind? I can go on and on and on like this, writing as I go, planning nothing but producing something. When I'm not judgmental, critical or fearful, I have much to offer.

I remember not too many years ago, having paper and a pen and freezing up. I was afraid to write. I didn't know how to free up my mind. I hadn't practiced writing so I felt clumsy and inept and I was clumsy and inept. After taking a creative writing workshop, I overcame my fear. I wrote and wrote and wrote and became a practiced writer.

When I first gave myself permission to write, I was quickly elated. I liked what I wrote. I marveled at what I wrote. I shared what I wrote. I gained confidence in myself because of what I wrote. I allowed myself to write poorly but instead I wrote well . I wrote with a love of words and a determination that lifted me up and filled me to overflowing.

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Different hobbies work for different people. I can't say enough regarding how much I've benefited from writing regularly. Many of you are writers. What other things get you excited and make you happy to be alive?

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(I took the photo of the sun going down behind our little storage shed in the corner of our backyard last night. I hope to capture more glimpses of the sun as it sets on our days here in Southern Wisconsin. I promise to share them here).