It’s been a while since I’ve written.
And this week I’ve been in a few places with lady friends and have said that.
And every time it was met by:
Well you can write about what happened to me the other day.
Which just made me remember what I liked about writing in the first place.
It’s a reminder that everyone walks through the world with questions, concerns, decisions, fears, events, memories and disabilities on their shoulders.
They’re all different but they all have that burning desire to be told nonetheless.
They’re all welling up like spit in our mouths, being swallowed instead of freed.
Tell me your story.