It was kind of entertaining last night that somehow Kevin, Scott & I all got into reading a few things I'd written in the past. Kevin had said once that it's a pet peeve of his to have people ask him to read their poetry & such... cause he usually doesn't think it's any good. He asked me to never ask this favor, and I was fine with that. I enjoy writing, especially in those moments when I feel my thoughts fall into place and words and feelings unite. It's honestly thrilling to me. People have said in the past that I'm a good writer, and at the community college my professor adored things I wrote. I'm grateful for this "gift" as some might call it.
So when Scott encouraged me to share things I had written Kevin got uncomfortable and hmmm'd and haa'd a bit, and even found an excuse to leave the room. Scott loved what I was sharing (In Quiet Places), and connected with it (just like I knew he would since we really have a lot in common) and when Kevin came back into the room he was forced to listen.
It was absolutely wonderful to have Kevin fall in love with my words. He even took a turn reading it out loud. The drunken Kevin started ranting and raving about how this is what I need to do with my life, write a book. He said it didn't matter if I ever found a "real job" cause he would love to support us until the world realized the value of my talent.
So this is why I've thrown a whole bunch of things I had written in the past on here. To kind of squish it all together.
I need to give myself moments to be inspired and let my mind do what it was created for. I need to sit still more often, walk a little slower, and open my eyes to more around me. Then I will use my gifts for what they are meant for.
How did I get so lucky as to have found someone that loves and adores the "little things" about me, and makes a big deal about them. Even when he sees me at my weakest, and listens to me at my angriest, and holds me at my saddest... he still reminds me that I am always one of the strongest and most special people he's ever known. And he believes it enough to help me believe it. :)
Hey Charlotte, I was going through my facebook page and saw this note that you started this blog from January. Somehow, I had forgotten about it. So while the girls ate breakfast this morning, I went back and read through your past entries. And I agree. You should be a writer. Send something off to a publisher today! Perhaps the one where you're watching the bug in the park. You know how to connect with real feelings, and your imagery is amazing. I love you.
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