I have been through such a strange writing journey lately. I love to write, especially for myself but can't help but hope that someone else will read it and think "hey I would like to meet this person" or wow this person has talent...which unfortunately also leaves me staring at a blank screen. I don't know the meaning of just writing to write. I am always hoping that someone will read it, that someone will be reached through the words that I so carefully type with my fingertips.
I don't know what it is like not to rush writing. I always sit down to write, and sit down to finish. I hate leaving work un-finished which leaves me rushing through the end of every story, or every blog. You can always feel the rush in my writing and I would love to learn to write what I am inspired to write...stop, and then come back later when I am more refreshed.
I know a lot of my rushing has to do with lack of patience but I also know that at this very moment that God is teaching me patience more than ever. If it wasn't for my lack of patience, I could of already been done with a lot more things.
So I am going to end this blog here. I know that there is only one person that knows about this blog...perhaps I will make it kind of my hiding spots or fulfill the title of it and literally make it a trashcan for my thoughts. But how much writing can I actually do before I run out of things to say on the blog that is more public? I don't know..but sometimes I need to just write for me. So here I am.
