I write because I must. It’s a way for me to organize my thoughts and make sense of the world. I also very much enjoy the process of turning scattered thoughts into sentences and paragraphs that (mostly) make sense to others. And then going back and removing words and tightening up the language until nothing else can be squeezed out.
But I also write to inspire. To inspire myself, my friends, my family, and others who have entered my blog and taken a moment to peruse its contents. Sometimes I don’t know if I’m inspiring anybody but myself. I don’t get a lot of comments on the blog. (I get it. I don’t comment a lot on other blogs…)
But every now and then, I’ll bump into somebody at our food co-op and they’ll say, “I read everything you write, and it’s so great.” Or I’ll talk to somebody on the phone, and they’ll say that they love how I am able to communicate ideas of wellness. And friends will respond to my weekly Sunday writings and share how they were inspired by it.
And it makes me so happy.
And as a human being—with occasional feelings of self-doubt.
But mostly with a great resolve to live intentionally, fight injustices, be kind, make the world a better place, and inspire others to do the same.
This is why I write. Thanks for reading.