Words and Meaning are always different

I used to write all the time. Stories, poetry, random assortment of words. I have notebooks filled. My hard drive is filled with it. It was my whole life at one time.

Then "Life" actually took over. I started living it a little and stopped writing about it. I decided to feel, see and hear. I reacted instead of letting things happen as I freaked out about it. I wanted to know that I could face things without all my safety nets. And I discovered that I could. Now, I need to find that balance again. To find the story inside the life.

This is going to be fun.