Each of us are born with a gift, but no matter how innate our gifts are, they do not flourish on their own; they take constant work, effort, and dedication to be developed into something useful and beautiful for us and the rest of humanity.
Gifts give us a reason for living, they instill passion, they produce hope, and when we are not giving our gifts to others and more importantly ourselves, we are living the unlived life.
Using countless excuses of allowing myself to feel "jaded" by life, allowing circumstances, exhaustion, or much less productive activities to "steal" any free time I may have left in a 24 hour period, has resulted in the suffocation of my gift(s).
My gift came to me when I was a little girl via pen meets paper. Adventures developed into thoughts, thoughts developed into words, words developed into stories, and stories became my life. My life is one big tapestry of words strung together to create moments worth remembering and moments worth forgetting. I am all of who I am today because of my stories, and it is through those stories wherein I know that writing is to me like breathing is to us all: giving sustenance and life. Writing has often been my priest—my go to confessional that leaves me feeling a little less weighted down, a little more relieved, a little more rejuvenated and motivated to live a better life.
Writing is my gift.
Here's to picking up the pen . . . here's to embracing the gift, here's to living a more fulfilled life.
#gifts #talents #liveyourlife #writing
#gifts #talents #liveyourlife #writing