Dear Writing,
Original text I wrote this morning below and then typed text below in case my writing is tough to read. Enjoy! And keep writing!
In text :).
Dear Writing,
Lately I haven’t paid attention to you as much. Well, at least I am journaling every day. It has been a busy time building this new business. I have missed you.
Yesterday, my mom sent me something I wrote in fifth grade. I wrote about how extraordinary my grandfather was. “Poppy” is what I called him, but Hal Schurig is his name. So many amazing memories came flooding back. I guess that is what I love so much about you. No one can erase or silence what I wrote about Poppy. It is always real and at least to me.
Writing is a courageous act. Because we share words and pieces of our heart without knowing the response of others. But I plan to keep paying attention to you, not for responses, but for how I feel when I write.
Like right now. I am using an awesome pen and having a cup of coffee. Larry, my Labrador, sits at my feet. He was pacing around my desk until I moved his doggy bed right next to me. My buddy just wants to be next to me. What a gift.
Like you Writing, all Larry has is space. You both have that in common. Whatever I say is okay, because I said it. It comes from the heart. And if I make mistakes or realize I was off, short or wrong, I always apologize.
So Writing, I wanted to thank you for the gift of space. And for putting the joy and thoughtfulness in my mom’s heart to send me an essay I wrote in fifth grade. My love for my grandfather still stands, but I do miss him a lot. Like many things I was interested in, I know he would tell me to keep going! That he believed in me.
I guess, Writing, what I am most grateful for is how moved and inspired I am writing this this morning. I guess I too am clear on what I am capable of.
That at any moment I have the power to share my voice, my heart, and honor the memory of all those who came before me.
Thank you so much for this great gift. I will keep spending time with you.
Your friend,
Jon
