Most of my life I’ve written…starting on school yellow lined paper and graduating to writers tablets and journal notebooks. I always felt like I had to get my thoughts down or they would be lost forever. I’ve said before that writing saved me for I’m a talker and people would much rather read something then hear babbling on and on. In my opinion.
Even though I write now and have my blog, there was a time I walked away from it. It was mostly because I had a young energetic schedule with my family. Instead of investing the needed time to pen my thoughts I got hooked on the internet. As a young learning mom, thousands of parenting sites appealed to me and sometimes I was glued hours after the kids were in bed.
I wish I could go back and recapture that lost time. I could have documented raising my boys much better than I did. Then I ran into an old friend and he asked me if I was still writing. I had forgotten about it…maybe not completely but it had been years. It triggered ideas of putting the pen on paper again.
Soon after I bought a new cloth bound writers journal. I was going to be true to myself again and no matter what anyone thought of my work, it was happening. This little hiatus from my writing made me stronger and I can honestly tell you that it was as if I had never walked away. The language flowed within me spilling on to the pages, making up for lost time.
From this point in my life I can predict this hobby/ calling will always be a priority like breathing and loving. It’s something I won’t deny or abandon now for it’s a part of me and without it, then I just won’t be true to myself.
I hope you found your hobby or calling and that you are staying true to it. If not start searching for it by dabbling in different hobbies, writing, drawing, painting, acting, singing, crafting…some ideas. Once you find it, you’ll find practicing it is vital for your happiness.
All My Best,
Heart and Soul ❤