i have always written. in some form or other. intermittently. irregularly. i feel a strong urge to articulate my thoughts, ideas, stories, musings. i am always thinking about what i should write about next. but this transformation didn’t happen overnight. i would obsessively write for two weeks, and then stop for a few days. write again. then stop because i didn’t feel creative or enthusiastic enough. this has been the cycle for years. 

 first a thought comes into my mind, then it comes come back insistently-  demanding my attention properly.  zillions of words flow through my mind centered around one single thought. writing is instrumental in putting everything into perspective. for me, writing is cathartic, it quenches many thirsts. 

the urge to put my mind on paper does keep me worried about the consequences of my declarations and openness. even so, i feel compelled to write it all down. perhaps at some point, it will become clear the why of it all. one thing is certain, when i wasn’t writing, i felt incomplete. i suppose you could say then that writing is my calling. 

welcome to my journey in words.