I sit down at my computer or grab a notebook and pen and write. I write a lot. I journal, I write my prayers, I write my thoughts, feelings, and I write about events that happen that caused me to see the world and people differently. Yet I do not post on here. Why is that? I have an abundance of blog posts that are either started or are already finished yet I do not post. Why is it daunting to post? I believe because a lot of what I write is me. As the title of my blog, “A Meraki Writer”, suggest, I put a piece of myself in each thing I create. It is difficult to put my emotions and thoughts out here for the world to see. I know my blog is not popular by any means, I haven’t done anything to make it popular (nor would many find what I have to say interesting), it’s the idea that anyone who wants to can read it. Maybe I let that hold me back. For those of you who do read my blog, I shall try to do better. I shall continue to write my heart out, but this time I shall post it. Whether I am grammatically correct or not. Writing feeds me. It is the thing I can do that makes me feel truly alive and excited about taking chances and experiencing new things so I can write how I felt about it and how it changed me. Writing is important to me and if there is a chance that one of my poems or stories can help even just one person maybe not feel so alone, or can change their outlook on life, then I would feel like I have done my job as a writer. Words are the most powerful tools we have. All I hope for is to use my words to make people feel things, to bring a spark of adventure and optimism into their life, to uplift and encourage.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ~ William Wordsworth
A Meraki Writer 