By 1994, I was a writer.

920747_10102516148435179_3982491342488984912_o

I am ready to get back to blogging. This was truly my diary when I lived in LA in 2011. It was my way of keeping in touch with my family back home as they would read up on my latest venture and poetry-my experiences put into words that were sometimes hard to come up with over the phone.

Whether or not someone out there is reading this is not something I think  about too much. I know I can just write in a diary but there is something about being vulnerable with your thoughts and putting them out there. From experience, doing so has helped people. It helped a cousin of mine who later passed after following my blog for a few months. She read my Letters of Gratitude on Sundays while battling cancer. I did not know she was dying but I later found that my positive posts would bring her joy. So that is why I keep writing. Because somewhere out there someone might see it and that someone may be touched too.

Let’s see where this goes…

Miss V.

Thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: