Writing. It's in my blood. My grandmother has always expressed her thoughts, feelings, and wants by writing about them. Either true stories about her with my grandfather or short romantic stories about her as a young girl. She has always had a story to write. One day she opened up her portfolio of stories and let me read them. I felt like I was stepping into another life. Her words flowed so well and the stories were short but sweet. She inspired me to put pen to paper or well fingers to keyboard. I have always wanted to express myself in written words but have never been confident enough to follow through. A few of these blog posts here and there. An occasional rant on facebook. But never a solid written thought followed through with continued posts. Today however, I'll be beginning to step back into the world of writing and trying to push myself out of the small shell of a comfort zone that I live in.
I can't even begin to tell you where I am in my life right now. The rollercoaster always seems to leave the station and head for the highest peak before I come rushing down into a comfortable spot for a brief period. Right now though I am teetering on that peak waiting for the relief from this financial burden that is my truck, the emotional train wreck that is my custody battle, and trying to find a balance in my social life and my life as a mom. To say I feel like my next breath will depend on when the cart goes crashing down this hill is an understatement. I'm not sure what's going to happen next. That fear can either control you or motivate you and right now I'm trying to let it motivate me. So here we go....
