Thinking back to just four months ago my life was so much different. I was not a writer.
Well I was, but not in the way I wanted to be.
Then one day I got super brave and reached out. My stories were begging to be heard, my heart bursting with fear and hope.
I typed out my first post and then the next, and then the next.
I connected with other writers and began sharing those tough places that needed air and sunlight.
I opened my life to new experiences, new friendships and timeless promises.
As I wrote more I felt free. A freedom I had never knew truly existed.
Because reading about someone breaking their chains is completely different from experiencing it yourself. Like when I gave birth for the first time and in one moment I became someone others had talked about for so long but I didn't "get it" until that babe was in my arms.
And I'm still processing the whole writer thing. It's tiring and energizing at the same time. Some days I don't think I can and then others push me, support me, cheer me on.
So I'm taking these 31 Days to prove that I can write, that I can be free, that I can be me.
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Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and all the other bloggers who write for five minutes with no editing. Won't you join us?
