God works in very Mysterious Ways

The last few weeks I have been working on minimizing the junk in my house. I have gone through everything in my house and donated or sold about 25 percent of my things. I have so much further to go but I am starting to be able to breath a little easier and the work load around my home has decreased greatly. In the process of minimizing I had decided to scan all of my pictures and documents on to my computer.

While organizing my papers I found this pink and black journal that I had wrote a novel in from about 2010 to 2013. After I had my daughter much of my efforts for writing had came to a stop. In
stead of me writing daily it turned into maybe once or twice a month and it was very hard to find the motivation to do any more than that.

Part of minimizing things in my life was to help me find my passions again. To help me see the things that give me meaning and happiness.
 Two things became very clear to me. Writing was my passion writing gave me purpous and it gave me the ablity to express myself when I didn't feel like I could any more. Secondly I found that I had completly forgotten how much I had loved to write

Yesterday I went and had a drink with my mom and daughter. I was excited to see her because I had found a journal entry from back in 2010 that I really wanted her to see. It was deep it was real and I was very proud of it.

Mom and I were talking about a movie she watched that really kind of opened her eyes to a few things. She told me very emotionally that she knew she was meant to push me to continue writing and how strange it was that I had brought her that piece of writing that specific night. She had already planned to discuss me writing again and how important it was to her that I continued my dream of writing.

For a while I stopped writing because I went through a period where I questioned if I was even good at it. I regret ever letting what someone thought of my writing from stopping me doing something I truly loved to do. Writing is what got me through my adolescence and I should have never let one mean person put me down and criticize my work. I am not perfect, but the amazing thing about writing is that you continue to learn about yourself, your characters and your style every time you sit down and write. 

So here is to my mom who reminded me why I even wrote in the first place and reminding me that I am special and I do have a talent and a story worth telling others. I don't have as much time to write as much anymore but I realize now that its truly all about perspective. If I want this I have to make the time to make my dreams come true. 

I love you mom. I am excited to show you how much more writing I am doing in the near future. I am already on page ten of my new updated novel.