I feel like such a big girl. First blog entry. Where I will go from here, I haven’t a clue. But, instead of writing in multiple journals that sit in a nightstand drawer, I have taken the leap into blogland.
I started writing in 7th grade. I remember “honors English” with Mrs. Schroth. She was brilliant. And I, I was horrible. I remember her always sending rough drafts back to me and saying “find your feelings Amy!” or “more details, describe it!” and thinking to myself how the hell do I write a feeling. I think in order to find feelings, we have to live them. The spectrum of feelings is so broad. Lucky for me, my life has been a whirlwind and I have experienced almost all of them, the highest highs and the lowest lows. I am lucky to have ended up where I have. “Let your past make you better, not bitter.” This is one of my favorite quotes. I like to believe I am the epitome of turning lemons into lemonade. Through my experiences, I have learned that if you wait in darkness long enough, someone is bound to turn on a light.
And so, Mrs. Schroth, I found my feelings. All of them, in fact. And I have learned to use them, and let them set me free.
We write for ourselves. We write so that we can let the feelings out, or relive the feelings in the future. And sometimes, we write for others. So that they can find comfort in not being alone in the way they feel. In the end, we are all really just trying to feel or unfeel.
