Here I am, trying to write about this week, trying to write about emotions, about people, about different cultures.
Do you want to know something? I’ve been telling stories my whole life. I said my first word with only 8 months and, since that moment, I’ve never been quiet.
When I was a child I used to write a lot. I used to write about my family and friends. Real or invented stories. After a few years, when I was a teenager I started to write about what was happening in my country, and also about love. My first love. Can you remember your first love? I wrote songs, poems, tales, my first screenplay… In notebooks, using the computer or even un wood and stone.
I’ve been writing a lot my whole life and one day I met a boy. We weren’t together too much time but it was enough for me to say: “I’m going to write about you”. But nothing last forever and we broke up and after that I stopped writing. I didn’t write about him. I didn’t write about us.
Now I’m an adult woman in an adult world. I need to work, I have a mortgage payment. Adults don’t write. Right? Is a waste of time. Right? Is like a way to nowhere. Right?
But I want to write again. My life is a hero’s journey with a petal structure and a fight between hope and reality. And I still here. I’m alive and I want to share with the world what I think or what I feel.
Since this week, all of you are part of my life. All of you are a piece of the story that I want to tell. So, do you want to join my cause?
