My voice. My truth.

After writing yesterday's post (not the one about Christmas gifts; the other one), I felt a tremendous sense of liberation. A weight was lifted. It was my truth, in that moment. I had said what I needed to say.

And the thing is, I did need to say it. (Translate: write it.) Somehow getting it out of me, into the statosphere, began a healing process within. The longer I live, the more I believe in speaking your truth, however vulnerable you may feel, and saying what you need to say.

(Cue John Mayer music here.)

(Or not.)

For me, this is where I feel the value of writing my blog. Very rarely do I really know where my words go. Out there to you, my readers, perhaps in one eye and out the other. Whether or not they mean anything to you, affect you in any way, or do you any good is never a certainty to me. And quite frankly, I try not to think about it too much.

(No offense. It's just that I don't pride myself on being able to solve any of your problems. I just hope that sharing my experiences will somehow do something for someone at some point in some way, or somethin' like that.)

What I do know is, there are many times when I sit here at my laptop and begin clicking away, and I take the myriad of swirling thoughts and boil them down to the one or two truths that are really trying to take hold. And when I walk away, the dust always seems to have settled.

Until a day or two later.

The winds, they keep a'blowin'.

That's why I just keep writing.

It's interesting how, even from infancy, we all have this desire to be heard... To voice what comes from within. (I think this is especially true of toddlers... Do they ever stop talking?) But while for me this is through writing, it is not the same for everyone. So I just want to throw this out there... Where do you find your voice? Is it through things you say, or things you do?

This is way too serious for a winter's day in December, I know! (Or a summer day in New Zealand... Hi Cate! I'm so jealous of your warm climate right now.) I'll be much more light-hearted and write all about dogs eating horse poop tomorrow, I promise.

post script... 'cause it has to be said... it's not my truth or voice... it's His... i'm just thankful He helps me get out of the way enough for Him to say it

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[Ninety-Nine Lives]

I think that we're pretty similar!

Somehow, writing just really helps me take everything swirling around in my head and organize it, look at it clearly, and then deal with it. I've been writing in a journal for years, and I'm just starting with the whole blog thing.

Thanks for your post! It's so true!

[Cate]

Funny thing is - I was thinking of you today! Our weather has been unseasonably dry and warm, and I was thinking of my blog-buddies in their various locations, and especially you with your long winter and little ones. It can't be easy for you, and I think that it is a wonderful that you have found an outlet that is just for you.

I was a failed diary keeper for years, but when I found blogging, it all clicked, as it turned out that I needed community as well as words.