To new beginnings...

Today I toast to a new beginning. For years I have written my thoughts in journals, on random scraps of paper, and most recently in the notepad on my phone. I realize that keeping my words to myself is a mistake, because only by sharing them and having others read them will I grow as a writer.

As a little girl, I was convinced I was adopted. Stains on my hospital picture looked like earrings, but my ears were never pierced. I didn't look like my mother in the least, and I certainly had no talents for the arts to prove I descended from my sculptress/artist grandmother, my artist mother or my architect father. The older I got, however, the more I found that words came pouring out of me in streams of thought and joy that I never knew I possessed.

I don't claim to be a great writer, nor do I expect to go down as a master of my craft, but I would like to share my voice and thoughts. Perhaps it's the best way I know to show my emotions, the one thing my mother always felt I needed to be better at. I would like to post some of my older writings, as well as use this venue to share my new writings and get feedback from friends about how to improve. Mostly, pushing me to do more is what I always need in order to bring out my best.

I'm hoping that putting my life out there will make me take a deeper look, at the world around me, and at the world within me. It will be a journey to remember.