The words are flowing out of me like a geyser explosion. I’m finding writing to be easy and fulfilling.
I am remembering my love for writing that had died somewhere in my young adult adulthood.
I used to keep a journal. I would write in it religiously throughout my entire childhood and adolescence. I enjoyed writing poetry too. I even volunteered to create originals to be recited at all of my grandparents funerals.
My love for writing died, but it has come back to life and is more alive than ever.
I am surprised that I am finding myself writing more about my personal life and childhood than I had planned. It is happening organically. The stories of my life and the client stories are moving towards the same objection and it’s coming together nicely.
I have so many ideas in my head. I am trying to jot them all down, but I worry that I am going to forget about all the things that I want to write about.
