My sister’s birthday was on Saturday and Dennis, Duke, and I went to Punch Bowl Social in Denver to help her celebrate. I had a really great conversation with my brother-in-law while we were there and it really made me stop and think about who I’m writing for on this blog. I have ALWAYS loved writing…from as early as 5th grade, I remember loving to write poetry and logging daily happenings in my journals. I was generally seeking asylum from the anxiety demons that took up way too much of my head space. And it always seemed to help.
A lot has changed since my early days of battling Tourette syndrome, OCD, and a blossoming anxiety disorder, but I’m still writing for the same person. Me. At the end of the day, this is my favorite creative outlet. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE when other people read my stuff…I love it even more when something I write really resonates with someone, helps them out, or makes them laugh. I also love looking back on old posts and remembering what our day to day lives were like years ago. This is even more important to me now that I can share about Duke, because I know I will love looking back and reading about the early days.
I stumbled upon this post the other day that I wrote a few years ago. I used to write myself self-affirmations on a white board on my fridge, or on sticky notes left around my apartment when I lived alone and was going through a tough time. I still have a white board on my fridge {highly recommended} but now Dennis and I use it to write notes back and forth to each other. We might leave the note up for a few days or weeks, even, before the other person erases it and writes one in response. It never fails to make me smile when I see little tokens of my husband’s love scrawled across the fridge whenever I walk into the kitchen.
Do you have a creative outlet? Who are you writing/drawing/singing/teaching for? I love this space and I love that I’ve been able to devote more time to it since I’ve been home with Duke. If you’re reading this, thank you a million times over for supporting this space of mine.
-T-
