Worth it.

I never journaled about 9/11. And growing up, I didn't take any pictures of my best friend Katy Lucas. And up to this point, I have not yet blogged about Austin.

It seems that the most obvious, life changing events seem to be overlooked in the world of writing. Not because they are not important, but because they are SO important. How can you possibly capture them in words? When something holds such a large part of your heart and life captive, do you really have time to stop and write of it?

For me, writing is a way to process. A way to make things real. A way to never forget. But, when the large, obvious thing is what makes me process. When it is, already, so very real. And when it needs not written to be remembered. It is then, that is is not written of.

Austin has entered my life, in such a Way, only he could. And it is obvious. And real. And something I shall not be forgetting. Austin, you are worth writing about, I just don't think that my writings can do you justice.

On Writing

"Every once in a while, when I write, I feel that feeling of a thousand slender threads coming together, strands of who I've been and who I'm becoming, the long moments at the computer and the tiny bits of courage, the middle of the night prayers and the exact way God made me, not wrong or right, just me. I feel like I'm doing what I came to do, in the biggest sense. That's why I write, because sometimes, every once in a while, I feel entirely at home in the universe, a welcome and wonderful feeling. I could cry at the feeling, because it happens so rarely. Doing the hard work of writing makes me feel like I am paying rent at the cosmic level, doing the thing that I can do to make the world a little better decorated. Writing wakes me up, lights me on fire, opens my eyes to the things I can never see and feel when I am hiding under the covers, cowering and consumed with my own failures and fears. "

Shauna Niequist - Bittersweet p.161-162

I totally agree with and come along side her words, an echo of I AGREE!