When we started our life, we didn’t understand what it was.
As we move through it, we begin to understand it better.
This discovery could leads us to uncovering who we are, what we want, who we love, why we struggle more than some, but lesss than others.
Along the road to discovery, we learn about ourselves. Not like the items I listed above, but truly learn.
We discover our hearts.
What moves us, what makes us cry, what changes us.
This heart attaches itself to our family members, children, partners, and sometimes art.
I found my heart in writing when I was in my teens.
Life intervened, I wasn’t able to write for a multitude of reasons.
Then, three years ago.
Life gave me a gift.
I’m able to write all I want. Play with my kids. Spend time with my wife and still have time to read.
I found my heart when I was allowed to write full time.
I’ve never been published. But when I sit at the keys, I feel like creating worlds is payment enough.
I enjoy writing more than anything I’ve done. It is my calm when the storm comes.
Have you found your heart.