I write to think things through.
I write to connect with others.
I write about ordinary that sometimes is extraordinary.
I write about personal that I hope is universal.
I write to figure out what anything and everything means.
I write to see.
I also write to be seen.
My college freshman English Composition teacher instructed us to write about writing. I said, in part, if something I wrote touched one person then that would be enough for me. Her response: “If no one read what you wrote, would you still write?”
I said no.
Of course, that was *mumbles* years ago. I don’t feel that way anymore.
Most of the time.
Invisibility is my super power. It’s also my Kryptonite. As is the way with our strengths, they can also be our greatest weakness. (Yin yang, y’all). Sometimes, I like being invisible, the observer, able to slip in and out of situations and conversations without most people noticing.
Other times, I ache to be seen.
I post words with meaning to me. And sometimes people get it. Sometimes they respond.
And sometimes, they just click the video and comment on the song.
And I realize I have much more growing to do.
… … …
To the process simply for itself.
To seeing myself, always, with clear eyes, and having that be enough.
What is Sunday Song? Well, I’m a musical gal, from taking piano and drum lessons as a kid to my current stint in a community choir. Listening to music is for me what going to church is for some, so I celebrate with Sunday Song. Each week, I post a song that’s been my earworm for the week or that reflects what’s happening in my world along with a wee story why. Read my previous Sunday Song posts.