So, I'm writing. I'm sitting at my cranky laptop, which will be replaced soon (take that--stupid laptop) and writing. It is interesting because I said I would, in 5th grade Mrs. C. asked us to list things about us. I had a flute and music, a piece of writing and something artistic...and more I can't recall. I remember thinking that I should really write because I said I like to, that's when the journals began; at the time, I thought it made me sound smart or sophisticated, because that is OBVIOUSLY what a 5th grader should be, sophisticated.
But it was a good thing, I found it difficult to start--listing things that happened, or dreams after waking, seemed boring and better suited for bulleted lists. I just couldn't figure it out, often thinking "who do you write to?" And it was awkward to write to crushes or friends, "what if someone found them?" Shortly after that time I began attending a youth group and decided they'd all be letters to God. I now have thousands of letters to God. There is a lot of whining and complaining and heartbreak in them but some interesting insights into trials and some poetic prayers, the whole ebb and flow of life, too.
