I Don't Write For You

{Disclaimer: This post was inspired by Lauren's, check her out she has a lot of wisdom to share}

A little backstory...
If you follow me on twitter, you'll know that I sometimes tend to go on little rants. Positivity rants are what I like to call them. Rants about self-love, rants about fighting for your dreams, rants about spreading kindness and rants about how much potential is living inside of all of us. This all started when I was introduced to DOY back in 2013. Cydney, the founder, had created a hashtag called #selfworthwednesday where every Wednesday positivity would be shared through the hashtag via social media. When I started following Cydney, seeing the way in which she was incredibly supportive and loving towards me and other total strangers was captivating. She poured out so much goodness into the world I knew I had to be a part of it.

Eventually, I joined the team, but even before that her light influenced me to be a light for someone else. At that point, I was 19 and had just transferred to a new school. It was the time in my college career when I needed to start getting serious about post-grad life. There was something about Cydney that changed something in me, making me want to start thinking about my future and what it was I wanted. This was a turning point for me, because not only did I want to find my passion, but I wanted others to do the same. I wanted others to understand that they too could accomplish anything they could ever want if they just believed they could. So I joined in on #selfworthwednesday and my rants are now a regular thing on my timeline.

...Fast forward
My twitter rants are my staple. They're just something I do when I feel I need a little encouragement. There are times when I get in those moods, I think we all do, and I feel myself being clouded by negative thoughts. So I open twitter and I give myself a pep talk. But then I see my notifications and people are thanking me. They're retweeting and liking what I have to say, and I'm surprised. Granted I know people will be able to relate, and I will admit I do it because I know everyone needs a little loving sometimes.  But usually, I'm just trying to get myself to understand that things will be okay.

There are times when I'm inspired by someone's sad vibes to spew out kindness and uplifting thoughts, but I'm usually trying to work through my own feelings. Tweeting, or writing these blog posts are my way of working through what I'm dealing with personally. The fact that you read, retweet or share it is an added bonus. The fact that my words, the words I use to console and understand myself, are helping others do the same is mind blowing. I don't write for you, no offense.

I write because the written word flows effortlessly from my brain to my fingertips. I write because when I speak I get tongue-tied and overwhelmed by the need to say everything I feel all at once. I write because I could never say exactly what I want when I want at the right time.   I write for my overactive brain, for my inability to put words into sentences unless I have time to go back and edit them. I write because I could never put into conversation how much a person means to me. I write because I'm awkward and vulnerability comes more natural through a text or a letter.

I write because I find comfort in the words, wrapped up in my mind when I can't fall asleep at night. I write because it's the only way I know how to fully express my love for anything. I write because the stories these words create in all the books I've read have become my safe haven.

Don't get me wrong, I love sharing this part of me with you. I do it because I desperately want you to understand that there's more to life than what you're feeling in that quiet moment of darkness. I write because I want you to know that as broken as you may feel, you're not alone. So, in a way, I do write for you, but it's not why I started.

                                                                                  Never forget the essence of your spark!
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