For the First Time...

 

Hi again. I hope the day is treating you well. I know it is kinda cold out here today, but I take it with a grain of salt... I AM Canadian, after all!!!

I sit here with my sister, and look at the numbers of readers on my blog and I am overwhelmed with the numbers. 

I will be honest, I have always felt that writing was therapeutic and with all the trials and tribulations of this past year, my writing is one of the few things that has kept me "sane"... if you MUST label it. LOL.

I am guessing the photo is not really matching up with what I am writing; don't worry, it will in a few... Bear with me...

I had a few very close loved ones that always encouraged my writing. A gentleman and his wife, who took me in for a while, in my teens, treated me like one of their own... which was a feat of its own, as they had their own 9 children (young adults), 2 other teens, and me. It was a crazy time, but beautiful in ways I could never explain. 

I sometimes wish I had gotten all the poetry I had written before they had both passed on; they loved my writing and kept every piece I had ever written at that time, (Safe to say a good few hundred).

I also had my husband who passed away. He loved my writing. He thoroughly enjoyed when I would rant or rave about something. He never found my work mundane, and encouraged me; through some deep struggles. (I pretty much stopped writing the day he died though). 

I also had my favourite uncle and aunt. They also enjoyed my writing, really encouraging me to write. They felt it naturally came to me, and it was one of my greatest gifts; and biggest "release". This is the part I am struggling with... 

Anyone who knows me... like REALLY knows me, knows I do NOT use the words, "I PROMISE" very often. Those words are as sacred to me as "I LOVE YOU!" That being said, as my uncle got older and sicker, I made a promise to him. He wanted me to promise, I would write the book I had wanted to write about my life. He felt that if I shared my experiences I may be able to save someone, or many someones. I agreed, that if my story could reach even one person, and help them... than it is completely worth it. 

I promised him I would write it. I DID write a book about the first 21 years of my life; but I never published it. I still intend to write another that I can publish. It is going to be a bit more difficult to write because all five people I am talking about, have passed on, and will never get to read my book, when it is finally done. This troubles my soul... BUT it also gives me the drive to complete it too.

I will end this with my deepest appreciation to everyone who takes their time to read my blog. I have no words to express what it truly means. You all have given me the courage to write again... and more than ever. I humbly thank you.

Stay safe. Stay warm/cool. Be well. Be blessed. Most of all, Be LOVED!!!

~Phoenix