as many of you know, writing is my passion. long before i fell in love with running, i always loved to paint my world with the magic of words. it’s where my heart finds its true joy; what sets my soul afire. it’s where i struggle with the truest way to let the world see just who i really am.
i love blogging, but even more, i love writing memoirs & poetry & creative pieces. i need that means of release of self; that freedom to dig deep and put my very soul into words as best as i can in that moment.
and what i have to give, may it always be enough.
what sparked this post: i published a new piece last night on MOGUL: What Moving to a Different Place Can Teach You. every time i finish a new memoir-style piece, i feel like a weight has been lifted; like a part of myself that wanted release finally found it. i think we all need something in our life that gives us this feeling.
please take the time to read me if you have a moment (and the desire to!), and let me know what you think (either by commenting there or here).
thanks, friends. ❤