Day 30 | My Hope for You

The irony of writing this post is the amount of time it took me to put words to the past month of words. And while I could have forced my reflections on the past 31-days, I'll take another route for the moment, and share just a few profound thoughts that continue to ruminate in my mind. 

So why does our writing matter, again?” they ask.

Because of the spirit, I say. Because of the heart. Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again.
— Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

My hope for you is that somewhere along reading about writing this month, you too have found your buoyancy restored. That you've felt your experience as a writer deepen and widen. That the very moments of your life have come alive in new ways. My own thoughts I'll share another day, but I'd love nothing more than to hear about your experiences below. Tomorrow we'll close the door on another October and I'll feature one final writer, a writer who exemplifies all we've discussed this month and more. 

More than my words can express, thank you. Thank you for coming alongside, showing up to do the hard things, and believing your writing matters.