Excited!

Excited! Now there is a word I have not used or heard much, as of the last few weeks, much less felt it.
I haven’t been excited we are in a pandemic, that people are suffering and grieving in more ways than one.
I’m not excited that I am unable to get together with friends; that the Prince themed birthday party my birthday twin, Jen, and I have been planning for June 7th will not be happening.  She, Prince and I were all born on June 7th.

Today, I am excited about a couple of things. First, I took part in Marc Moss’s first virtual Tell Us Something storytelling workshop this morning. He will probably do more workshops. If it appeals to you, I highly recommend it. What a wonderful way to connect and ignite storytelling during this time.

Also, I signed up for When we all vote couch party this afternoon. Michelle Obama will be hosting. I can wait to see and hear her. It will be a breath of fresh air.
Join our #CouchParty 2.0 to come together with the When We All Vote community and our Co-Chair Michelle Obama to talk about how we can continue to make a difference to help safely register and turn out our communities to vote.

Why I Write

I’m trying to write. I write lots of stories in my head when I walk, when I wake. Putting them on paper is the struggle for me. This morning, I’m sharing a piece of writing from the prompt, why I write.

I write to be heard, to hear myself
I write to be understood, to understand
I write to remember, to forget
I write to forgive myself, to forgive others
I write to be surprised
I write to be delighted
I write to bring hope and joy
I write to grieve, to mourn
I write to move forward with what I have

I write to be disciplined
I write to honor stories, mine and others
I write to not feel alone, connect
I write for perspective, maybe a new one
I write to prove I can!
I write to reveal, show
I write to laugh, even at myself

I write because others say, “you should write”
I write because I have good stories to tell
I write because I have some of those good Southern tales, better than fiction

I write to be published
I write not to be published
I write now because I should have been all along

I write to remember loved ones
I write because I am only a speck in this universe, what have I got to lose
I write because our stories matter