This week's "Finish The Sentence Friday" blog prompt is, I blog because…
Ever since I can remember, I have been a writer. I could always found sitting at my desk with a pad of paper and a pen in my hands. Thoughts ran through my head all day and I was afraid if I didn't write them down, I would forget. My notebooks were filled with tales of little girls and animals and dreams of what my life would be.
My Great Aunt Rose used to tell me stories about her life. She made me promise that one day I would write a book so I could share them with the world. She especially wanted me to relay the story of the little gray mouse. She knew children would love that story as much as I did. Aunt Rose saw the writer inside of me.
I was confident putting my words on paper. In school, my highest grades were always in spelling, writing, and language arts. My fourth grade teacher used to give us nightly writing assignments. As soon as she wrote the assignment on the board, my mind would start racing. I would plan an outline in my head as I walked home from school. I couldn't wait to get home so I could start writing, and when I was done, I would illustrate my stories. Writing brought me such joy. Even as a child, I knew it was what I was meant to do.
I struggled with knowing where my writing belonged. I went from writing fiction to news stories. Was journalism for me? In college, I excelled in my journalism classes and I enjoyed my role as staff writer and eventually news editor of my college newspaper. I thought I had finally figured out my place in the world, but before I knew it, my plans shifted and I became a wife and mother.
Somehow in all of this, I stopped writing. There were still ideas, but they remained locked in my head. With little ones at my feel and errands to run, I was too busy to sit down and type. The pad of paper used to carry with me was now filled with crayon scribbles.
My husband had been bugging me for years to start a blog. I toyed with the idea and became involved with a few online forums. Little by little, I rediscovered writing again, but it wasn't a part of my everyday life. On the day my son started wearing a helmet, I decided I should listen to my husband and begin blogging. I wanted to chronicle my son's time in the helmet through words and pictures.
I wrote my first blog post in February of 2012 and I have been blogging ever since. I found myself again.
Simply, I blog because I am a writer. Through my blog, I have made friends, found new and exciting writing opportunities, and gained back the confidence in my writing that I used to have. I believe, through my words, I can do anything.