not because I want to, but because I must.
I’m not even sure what I’m going to write about, but alas I must write, so I am writing. I am a
writer, a creator, a poet who must prose. When I write I open the door to what is
going on in my mind and share the emotions whirling around in my soul. When I am
not writing, I am not sharing, and all of those thoughts, feelings and emotions
go largely uncommunicated.
Communication has never been my strongest of skill sets and
I have for as long as I can remember been a much better writer then speaker.
Communication has been a sticking point in the relationships of my life, both
personal and professional. I am in fact often told that people have no idea
where I stand or what I am thinking. I think I’m a relatively engaging fellow
with a lot to say if you take the time to know me, but more times then not I am
told that I am intimidating because I am quiet. You can almost chew on the irony in this.
I am, by my nature, the strong silent type. I don’t say much
of my own accord and I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve in most instances.
It is the select few who have been allowed through my iron gates to see and
experience the “real” me, unless … I am writing.
And so I begin this journey, this expedition into writing,
to share myself with the world at large. To share who I am. To share what I am
about. To share what makes me tick and the tornado of thoughts that is my
brain. As an adjunct, I am a writer and therefore, I must write, both to become
a better writer and to fulfill my purpose by utilizing the gifts I have been
given.
And so I write … to be continued.
