Let me start by explanation. Today I started my first blog. I have always written. The first story I wrote was when I was in second grade. It was about 15 pages. I have written on anything I could find from the moment I could write. I NEED to write. It’s a churning in my stomach. A deep want for a pen & paper. My writing has been my life vest for most of my life. It has been the one stable thing in my life. The only thing I know for sure I am good at. I think anyway 🙂
When I went to visit my elementary school, my first grade teacher asked me if I still write “beautiful poetry” I blushed. I told her life has gotten kind of wacky and stuff. She smiled a shy smile. I did the walk of shame away. Then in college I wrote a essay & my English teacher wrote on a paper of mine “I know you are going into Nursing but you sure can write”. I’ve always known I could write. I walk around all day long with story’s, quotes, words just floating through my head. Get’s me acting all spazzy? like!
A blank peace of paper is one of the most amazingly beautiful things I can look at. It’s a place of wonder & imagination. A place so far from here & all I can do is leave a little memento of my writing on it. I told you “spazzy like”! Since having two kids, a house, four evening shifts a week at the hospital & a man I won’t hesitate to say that my life vest has slipped a little to far out to sea recently. So, here I am welcoming my self home. That’s what writing on this blog feels like to me. Home. Who doesn’t love coming home after a long trip besides Charlie Sheen I mean?
-S.Laforge
Doesn't she know this by thirty 