For Love of Writing

Finally, I can write again.

And by writing I don't mean working on my school papers, preparing lesson plans, or drafting articles for websites. All that is work-related.

I am talking about the writing that fuels my soul. The kind of writing that pours out from my heart and mind, into my hands, and onto the pen (or keyboard) that streaks across the page.

My love affair with writing began when I was about 11. Ms. Roberts, my 6th grade teacher, had praised me for writing "entertaining" essays about my life in the Philippines (my family was living in Brunei then). Encouraged by her words, I embarked on a journey that continues to this day. I remember writing in my journal when I was about 13: "Writing is my passion, my calling. This is what God has set for me to do."

At this point in my life, I have lot in my mind... I feel like I need to re-connect with my inner self more... to rekindle my my dreams, my desires, my hopes. I don't know how I'm going to do that. But I think writing would be a good start.

My heart flutters. My faith trusts in Him. My hand is poised to write.

A new chapter begins.