I was told that I was a writer a few years ago. I didn’t know what that meant and I didn’t ask her. She said she saw me with an old fashioned candle, some wine and cheese sitting near by and a writing tablet. I still didn’t know what that meant. I started meeting with a friend to do some writing to help with past trauma. One of the first things on her list was “if you write, you’re a writer”. Hmmm… Ok then… let the writing begin!!!
There’s so much I want to write about yet my mind isn’t clear enough to get any ideas together to make any sense. Do I start when I was a baby with my first memory? Well, I don’t have very many memories about my life so that doesn’t seem feasible. Do I pick a topic and just write on that? What topic to pick? So many questions to ask myself. One of my daughters loves hearing stories. Her grandma and grandpa have sooo many stories to tell. She asks me to tell a story and I’m stumped. I have no idea what to tell her. Do I tell her the bad stuff that went on? How I didn’t know how to communicate so my marriages didn’t last due to that? Do I try to remember the good stuff and tell her stories about that?
For now I’ll just sit back and ask God what to do. That’s usually what I do if I don’t know what to do or how to start something. I invite God into it and turn it over to Him and ask for guidance. Ok God… take it away!!!!
(short and sweet little blog today!!!)