What Will Come?
"If it's not on the page, it is not going to happen." ~ Jane Seymour
I just finished watching the series Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman for the third time and heard this quote from Jane Seymour at the 25th reunion of the show. I know she's referring to a script becoming an amazing show, however her words touched me and made me think. I've tried keeping a diary, writing a blog, keeping up social media by detailing my deep and not so deep thoughts because I have a desire to preserve the now so I can remember and share it later. I also loved to write histories that have been forgotten with the hopes to save them and share the pieces of wisdom I found in the past that should be treasured and preserved. But lately I've stopped all writing because I fear what I may learn about myself and my failures, and because I fear no one will care. Well, her words have motivated me to try to get back in the habit of writing again. I cannot write for anyone but myself and if someone finds my words, takes meaning from them, finds hope within them, then it will be even more worth it because I will not have only done my heart some good but shared that good with others who need it.
I used to never start a project without a true purpose; answering the question what is the significance of such work, what will come of it. Well, for this project I don't know the answer. Writing used to bring me joy and a sense of achievement, without it I am held back in expressing myself as the shadow of depression hovers over me and sometimes engulfs my whole being. I want to possess such joy again. So I ask myself what will come of writing here? My goal is to find joy again, build hope in the future, dust off my mind and my pen, sharpen my tools to build a better future, and grow as a person.
I just finished watching the series Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman for the third time and heard this quote from Jane Seymour at the 25th reunion of the show. I know she's referring to a script becoming an amazing show, however her words touched me and made me think. I've tried keeping a diary, writing a blog, keeping up social media by detailing my deep and not so deep thoughts because I have a desire to preserve the now so I can remember and share it later. I also loved to write histories that have been forgotten with the hopes to save them and share the pieces of wisdom I found in the past that should be treasured and preserved. But lately I've stopped all writing because I fear what I may learn about myself and my failures, and because I fear no one will care. Well, her words have motivated me to try to get back in the habit of writing again. I cannot write for anyone but myself and if someone finds my words, takes meaning from them, finds hope within them, then it will be even more worth it because I will not have only done my heart some good but shared that good with others who need it.
I used to never start a project without a true purpose; answering the question what is the significance of such work, what will come of it. Well, for this project I don't know the answer. Writing used to bring me joy and a sense of achievement, without it I am held back in expressing myself as the shadow of depression hovers over me and sometimes engulfs my whole being. I want to possess such joy again. So I ask myself what will come of writing here? My goal is to find joy again, build hope in the future, dust off my mind and my pen, sharpen my tools to build a better future, and grow as a person.
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