Today I had the privilege of spending some time speaking with someone in grade 6. We were talking about writing. She spends her time writing fictional stories and was looking to learn more to help her with that.
It brought me back to when I was her age and spent time writing. At that time I wanted to write a whole fiction novel and would write short stories to try to further that passion.
At some point along the way I stopped writing. I'm not sure when it was, but it was probably part of my overall perception of what it meant to grow up. Coming back to writing through this blog has been a way to return to that artistic output and to rebuild the muscle.
I'm trying to sort through though where the long line is between my younger self's dreams and passion and where I find myself today. Tracing back to find if I've lost the thread or perhaps if it just changed colour a little along the way.
Being a Force for Good 