We’ll start here, what I do know is if you ask anyone who is close to me what three words they would use to describe me, 99% of the time, one of the words will be passionate. The actual definition of passion is a strong and barely controllable emotion, and I’ve come to have a love/hate relationship with that definition. Mostly because it is completely accurate which makes me wonder if it’s okay to have a barely controllable emotion over walking through a book store and riffling through the pages.
Yes, I am passionate towards a lot of things in this world, call me over-emotional, tell me I’m a dreamer, but isn’t life just better when you feel so strongly for something?
So what is my one true passion? Well….words.
I grew up on Maple street in a small town with one stop light and a big backyard. I was your every-day happy little girl with missing teeth and a big smile to prove it. But what will always be my childhood is my Mama reading me Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein before bed. Because it is from those moments where I have forgotten what it’s like to not have a pencil and notebook with me at all times.
In middle school I started the school newspaper when I realized we didn’t have one, I used to leave poems on napkins at restaurants, and I’ve tried everything from journalism, to deep romantic poetry, to technical writing on NERF products. I live for handwritten letters (so much so that I have one tattooed on my body)- a memory I shared with my grandmother, and one I will forever cherish. I can find reassurance, truth, and beauty in a single sentence.
What I can’t tell you, is why I write. It is in my blood. It is the most natural thing in the world to take words from my mind and present them on paper. If I can touch even just one person with my words, I have made it.
Never be afraid of passion, of that barely controllable emotion. I hope to share more words with you soon, and I look forward to hearing yours.