Why Write?

Random thoughts and gentle reminders for periods of unintentional pauses

I want to write. I recently moved from Miami to NC so that I could focus solely on doing all I can to pursue this dream of writing full time. Of laying my truths on these lines in hope of conjuring some sort of energy. An energy of connection, healing, and affirmation. Reassurance that we are here and we are heard. We are seen and we are felt. Even in the moments where we want to hide. Where connection feels scary and healing has left easy. Where telling the whole truth is essential because chosen truths only bury you deeper into despair.

This one's for people who are there. Who are in the dark zone of their creative genius or right at the edge, afraid to fall. Afraid to let go of the reigns and let their creative spirit run wild- even if that means it gets real still and quiet.

Because those are the moments where you get to realign. When you get to get real clear about why you are here, on these lines trying to write power to truth. Why this particular action is important to you.

Here's a little of that why for me...

Oh, and a prompt vault for a little inspiration.

To express:

When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak. _ Audre Lorde

I write because I almost died in the silence. I almost crumbled into little pieces of other people and their ideas of what I could do with my life. Who I could be. What I was allowed to see. And say. I write to express my deepest desires. And those feelings that won't move without interrogation. Without dedicated time and space to be seen and heard. I write to share thoughts that rumble and tumble through my mind no matter how many times I say them aloud to try to whisk them away. I write to set them free.

To release:

Whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you'll find that when you're free... your true self comes out. _ Tina Turner

There have been times in my life where words were choking me in my sleep. Wrapped like snakes around my brain suffocating all creative power and energy until it decomposed. I write to get those thoughts out. To pour them onto the page and face them. See them for what they truly are- simple words arranged in a way thats meant to hurt me but really is just a story. One I'm forcing myself to believe.

Writing helps me rearrange the words in a way that makes more sense. That allows me to understand the origins and create a different future. One that's more affirming. Again and again until it replaces that old story and pops up anytime it tries to crawl it's way back in.

To process:

I’m a firm believer that language and how we use language determines how we act, and how we act then determines our lives and other people’s lives. _ Ntozake Shange