This morning was one of those mornings I woke up about 2 hours before I actually had to get up. It was 2 AM when I looked at the clock. When I stirred, my little white cat came up as he usually does to snuggle and fitted himself like a furry spoon into my chest. His purr was the only sound in the room. The morning commute hadn’t yet started.
As I lay there in the dark, in the quiet, a thought dropped silently like a pin on carpet.
Sometimes writing is like throwing seeds up in the wind……….
You never really know if your words will hit good ground, or any ground at all for that matter. There is only one reason to write, and that is because you must. Writing is a writer’s way of making sense out of the world around. It is our magnifying glass and it is not always so gratifying. We pour our hearts out and think, this will really resonate with someone. And sometimes it does, but not always. And that’s okay.
The truth is, writing hurts sometimes. It’s like cutting yourself and waiting for someone else to staunch the flow but no one’s running up with a roll of gauze so you have to go get it yourself.
Other times it rewards you greatly. When that happens you feel on top of the world. You know you’re doing the thing that God meant for you to do.
Sometimes you actually get to see the flowers resulting from the seeds you threw up months, even years ago.
Other times you feel like the words are scattered to the four winds as soon as they hit the page. And sometimes you question why you keep doing it because you start to feel like an abused spouse going back to the abuser.
But no matter, we will keep going back whatever the outcome.
Because the little everyday moments of life are too important to miss.
And because it’s what we do.