Writing is my therapy! I tap it out. My joy, my hopes, my fears, my disappointments, my past, my present. I’m not educated beyond high school. I don’t know anything fancy by the worlds standards. I’m unqualified. My writing is simply an expression of my heart and my experiences.
I’ve lived through the highs and lows of life, love and joy and grief and loss. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t held my first child in my arms, tiny and perfect and gone. But my world is richer for having had her and lost her. I understand where I wouldn’t have, I have compassion where I might not have. I wish I hadn’t lost my father to cancer. I wish I had longer to have cultivated a richness and depth in our relationship that I knew was there waiting. I hate that disease. I wish I didn’t have to know what it’s like to miscarry babies.
But I wouldn’t change my journey. Because I’ve had total highs, been given two beautiful children who fill my life with joy I didn’t even know was possible. They stretch me and teach me and love me.
Through it all, I’ve learned some things about grace and compassion. About accepting people where they are at and forgiveness. No one has it all together. God has taught me how to love better and has worked all the goodness and craziness into a beautiful life that I am so grateful to live.