Leaving a Piece of me Behind.

I've never really considered myself a writer. My sister, she's a writer. Growing up she would tell the best stories, and she's self published 3 books now. My brother is great with words too. He's an English major, writes fantastic blog posts, and is also working on a novel of his own. He is definitely a writer. I like to write too. I've always had a journal. I was a faithful record keeper through most of high school and beyond. Then I found blogging. If you're reading this you know I've been pretty faithful with that over the years. People have asked me how I find time to keep up with my blog and I don't really have an answer. Its just a part of me. A habit I don't really think about. I just do it. I feel the most connected to myself when I write about my life. Its therapeutic. It keeps me sane. The thing is, I don't only write my blog. I write everything. And it has to be the old fashion pen and paper sort of way.  I write to-do lists, lists of important things coming up, vacation plans, future plans. If an idea pops into my head, I write it. If there are things I want to improve, I write it. If there are things I want to save for, I write it. If there is something bothering me, I write about it. If there's an issue or topic I'm thinking about, I write about it. I always have a notebook on the go. A lot of the things I write down stays in my notebook and never gets read by anyone but me. I want to share these things more often. The other day all four of my children had all my blog books out and were reading them. We talked and reminisced and it made my heart so happy. There is so much more I want my kids to know. I want them to know my heart, my mind, the things I love and am passionate about. The things I have learned, and especially the things I continue to learn. I want them to know that I am human, that I make mistakes, that I change my mind sometimes, and that there isn't one simple answer out there for most things. Life takes work, but its also really fun and rewarding. So,  maybe I am a writer in my own way. Why do I write? I write to stay organized, to make sense of things, to tell real, human stories, to connect things, to remember things. To leave a little piece of me behind.