Writing. It's good for the soul.

Sometimes I sit here at the computer blank. Wondering. Why in the world do people want to even read about your life. Like potty training? Who cares. My kids' first milestones? Sounds just like every other kid. The little things that make us happy? What a sap.

I wonder if what I write sometimes is just straight up garbage to some. And it probably is. Perhaps I may come across as boring because I don't put together these elaborate pretty posts with pictures from pinterest and links to articles to what I am talking about. Do I even write posts where I know what I'm talking about? Not sure. All I know is that I write.

Writing helps me spill my emotions out on paper, er, computer. It helps me think through things. Reevaluate things. Talk to myself about things. It's the way that I am.
The way I operate this whole "writing" gig.

You want to know something? I talk when I write. Sometimes out loud. Most of the time it's in my head. But always, I talk. I talk as though you are sitting right here with me. I talk because... well... it's the best way I can gather my thoughts. No worries, I argue with myself as well.

Do you want to know when I write the most? While in my car. 

No, I don't type and drive at the same time. Although I imagine, and wouldn't be surprised, if someone has done that before. It is however the time that most of my posts get "written" in my head. It's when I have my deepest moments on life. It's also part of the reason why I have always loved to just drive. Have an argument? Drive. Bored at home? Drive. Need to re-evaluate things in your life? Drive.

With the two kiddos, I don't get to do that as often as I like. Just drive. Especially driving and thinking. Yet alone, driving and "writing." I get interrupted by, "Mama look!" and "Mama go here!" and "Mama, I love you." And that's okay. Because I wouldn't trade that for anything.

Can I share just one more secret? I used to be afraid to write from the heart.

When I first started blogging, I wanted to be that funny, sarcastic, hard-headed girl. I'd like to think I am still that girl at times {when it's appropriate}. But initially? I thought that no one ever wanted to hear my deeper thoughts. That writing wasn't about putting your emotions out there.

That's when I realized that I wasn't writing for myself. Rather, I was sharing what I wanted other people to read.

You see, I know I am grammatically incorrect 90% of the time. I know my AP English teacher from high school probably cringes at my run-on sentences, misspellings, and incorrect word placement. I know I could never write a book, a column, or even be considered a writer.

But I still write.

And that's when I am reminded that I don't really care if I'm boring. I don't really care if I don't spell things right or sound like I know what I'm talking about. And most of all? I don't care if the stories and thoughts that I share aren't something new and refreshing for people to read.

All I care about? Is that I have these stories and thoughts. That no one can take that away from me. That my children and husband will forever be reminded of how deep my love is for them.

I write. Because it's the best way for me to get through things in life.
It's my little remedy.
My safe haven.
Where my heart gets spilled out.

Boring? I get that.
Not funny? Sometimes life has to get serious.

But who I am and what I believe in? Always.

I write because it's good for my soul.
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