I want to write. I want to put my pen to the paper and fill every line. Everything I am thinking. Everything I am feeling. Just everything. I want it down. I want to remember what it feels like to be here or anywhere. I want to remember. Today I want to write.
I am thankful each day that I come to this spot and place my words in the tiny corner of the Internet. It is humbling. It is rewarding. It comes from the heart and puts the biggest smile on my face. It is good.
I am thankful for these words. These words that I had no clue were a part of me. These words that inspire and heal and love. These words that give me purpose and hope. These words that I am now giving to you.
I am thankful for what I see and how I capture details. I am thankful that moments appear so vividly and stay so long in my heart. I am thankful for creativity and trying and making mistakes.
I am thankful for this season in my life. A season filled with quiet and stillness. A season that I was a little afraid to enter, but have embraced it openly and wouldn’t change it for the world. A season that I know will one day come to an end. A season that has greatly prepared me for the next.
I am thankful for the people in my life. The individuals that I get to share smiles and laughs and tears with as often as possible. And I am thankful for the people in my life who love me for me. The ones where you can easily pick up right where you left off even if it has been months since seeing each other. The ones that easily speak my language and understand my actions.
I am thankful that I can see the good even when bad exists. I am thankful that at any point in my life I can find humor and a smile and a quick laugh in any given situation. I am thankful for the hard days and the misunderstandings and the humbling experiences. They teach. I learn. I grow.
I am thankful for this time of year and what it represents. I am thankful for a Christmas tree filled with silver and red ornaments and a tiger face painted crab shell. You wouldn’t think that combination works, but surprisingly for me it does. I am thankful it represents who I am and what I love and creativity.
Today I want to write. I want to remember how it feels in these moments. And the only thought I take from this is that words matter. Your words matter. My words matter. They mean something whether that is our intention or not. They matter. Each day that I come to this spot I have the opportunity to place words across your path, and I don’t take that job lightly. I value it and show it as much time and honor as I can because it matters. It means something to me.