Dear Reader
Love,
Jas ♥
Being BOLD..
The very first moment I decided to start a blog was and forever will be epic. So I was standing in the shower under the heavy sprays of glorious skin-searing hot water when I thought, “Who cares?”. I’ve written for as long as I can remember. But my writing was always just that, mine! I wouldn’t be judged on my writing. It was way too sacred and personal so obviously a blog was always out of the question. But right at that moment I couldn’t figure or even remember why it was that I cared. My writing is personal, whatever criticism it gets shouldn’t and won’t put a dent in me. For writing for me, is life itself! An alternate dimension where I didn’t write doesn’t exist. Believe me! Pappi said I owed it to the world to share my gift, but that’s Pappi being Pappi. He's mine after all. Aisha did as well. JB said to be bold and I never did understand what he meant. He might not have known it, and still may not, but this is me at my boldest. I’m not a saint and won't pretend to be. (A witch though, according to Lola). Anyway, this is your intro to the workings of a psych-ward breakout.. A work in progress, if you will. :)
I write of beauty and pain, friendship and love. They are what I know. I write of lost dreams, broken hearts and new days, of fear and strength. Sometimes when I'm feeling up to it I even write on forgiveness. Like I said, I write only of that which I know. Once upon a time, expressing myself outside of my temple was a hardship. One day I got so frustrated I broke my first object (a clock I think). Then another day, I lifted a pen and my life changed forever.
So you should understand where I'm coming from when I say writing for me, is not an ambition or even a hobby. These are my ramblings and cravings.. Feelings from my heart's deepest core.
I write of beauty and pain, friendship and love. They are what I know. I write of lost dreams, broken hearts and new days, of fear and strength. Sometimes when I'm feeling up to it I even write on forgiveness. Like I said, I write only of that which I know. Once upon a time, expressing myself outside of my temple was a hardship. One day I got so frustrated I broke my first object (a clock I think). Then another day, I lifted a pen and my life changed forever.
So you should understand where I'm coming from when I say writing for me, is not an ambition or even a hobby. These are my ramblings and cravings.. Feelings from my heart's deepest core.
I look forward to hearing from all you beautiful people out there (yes! You are beautiful!). Don't be too rough with the new girl on the block!
Love,
Jas ♥
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