This post is about why I write and I get pretty honest. Cause sometimes I gotta get real. When I am real, I hope you can get real, too. So, here goes.
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I am not just a woman who lives in a house, who has a job, who drives a truck. I am still that little girl who wrote in that diary. I am still that young woman trying to find her way in the world. I am still a soul, not just a worker. I still need to write, to survive. To keep that part of me quiet that feels like it will die and become invisible.
So, I continue to write. I have to. Even if no one else reads it. Even it is only in a journal. Because I have to keep that part of me alive. When I don't write, I feel like I don't really exist, not the real me.
And if you are a writer, I encourage you to write. Writing requires hope and faith. If you are an artist, paint. If you are a cowgirl, ride your horses. Do what you love, so you will know that you exist. That you are alive. Not just a mother, or student, or a employee.
I write because I need to have a voice. What is the thing in your life, that gives you your voice?
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